This has been a GREAT day creatively speaking. I’m actually quite bad at keeping secrets, or so my husband says, but I LOVE surprises – more on that later. (who am I kidding – the only person who reads my blog is my sister in law – hi Karen!).
So, my littlest man turned three, and we are throwing a par-tay for him this weekend. Before you get all mad and barfy from all the cool ideas I’ve stolen from other perkier richer younger mother-blog-types, just know that I am well aware that there is a shelf life for throwing grotesquely over-the-top birthday parties for children, and I’m nearing the end (I’m thinking five is the cut-off for this sort of thing, but that might be a bit harsh). So, the boy likes Firetrucks. Really. A lot. So much that I drive him by a fire station at least once a week just to see what’s happening – they all know him. He calls every firefighter Mike. Anyways. Quite a while ago I watched the only five minutes of the Cake Boss I’ve ever seen (too much yelling, not my thing) and in the credits for the show, there’s a quick shot of a cake that’s a burning building, with a firetruck pulled up in front, firefighters, etc. ON FIRE. Call me crazy, but once I want something, it’s pretty hard to turn the bus around. So, here we go.