As much as I would like to, I really can't take credit for the inspiration behind this afternoon's baking excursion—all due credit goes to my sister: master baker, wonder woman, amazing mom—who sent me pictures this week of a similar excursion with her two little ones, my nephew and niece.
That said, Caleb found the kitchen to be his own source of inspiration in and of itself . . . and while cupcakes were the main priority, he also found time to "re-organize" my Tupperware cupboard, "wash" all the dirty dishes in the sink, and "sweep" the floor with the stuffed head of his hobby horse. Yes, he is multi-talented.
Perhaps most interestingly, I, in all of my 40-week pregnant glory was identified as the Pillsbury Dough Boy. Flattered, I'm sure. Caleb paid me the kindness of pointing out said dough boy on the frosting packaging and remarking, "Mommy!" with a delighted expression. Imagine, finding mommy on a frosting package! (I am trying not to let it go to my head.)
Here's a sample of this afternoon's adventure—and a couple closing shots of the satisfied customer himself.
cupcakes make life better. it's a proven fact. always there to quiet a screaming child and give any mommy a moment of escape to another land, a land filled with strawberries, chocolate and sprinkles. lets go there huh?!
ReplyDeleteAfter reading holzer29's comment I had an immediate flashback to Strawberry Shortcake. Man, I miss those days! I think I can just barely recall the smell that doll had (they were intentionally scented, like scratch and sniff stickers). —It was remarkably similar to Sunday's cupcakes.
ReplyDeleteI always wanted cupcakes for birthday parties growing up...but usually got angel food.
ReplyDeleteStill, having your very own cake, decorated with sprinkles and goodness, is something you remember forever!!
What wonderful memories you girls are making for
your children! Love, Auntie.