Monthly Archives: May 2013

The Icing on the Cake

Let’s face it:  We all love dessert.  Dessert after finishing all of our broccoli is great.  Dessert for no reason is AWESOME.  But what about dessert to deliver news?

I decided a nice, homemade-with-lots-of-love cake would be the best way to tell my husband some very big news.  After all, when I planned to tell him we are expecting our sixth child, I didn’t want him to faint or die or run away!  So  for this newest bundle, I needed something extra special.

The kids knew I was making a cake for Daddy.  They didn’t know why – his birthday was two months ago.  They were curious why I was getting a “6” candle and why I needed baby pink frosting (Stores don’t carry baby blue, I discovered, but that’s okay.  I have big hopes that this will be another daughter to keep company the only other daughter in the house.).  So they watched me make the cake and frost it with the pink frosting.  They watched me assemble little baby carriages around it and put the candle in the center.  I had wanted little plastic crawling babies, but was unable to find any without going to a craft store.  Sigh.  That would have made things much easier.  Anyway, Daddy did not come home until very late, so the kids sadly had to go to bed without any cake.  I waited up for hubby.  I called him impatiently and finally he came home.

He saw something in the microwave and I casually said, “Oh, I baked you a cake.”  He opened the microwave and looked at the cake, quite confused.

“I don’t get it… the 5-year old doesn’t turn 6 for awhile…”  He kept staring at it.  “Do you think I act like I’m six?”  I burst out laughing.

“Of course!  But that’s not what the cake is for.”

“I don’t get it…”

I sighed.  I thought for sure pink frosting  and baby carriages would be a hint.  Obviously not.  “What are these?”  I asked picking up a baby carriage.

“I don’t know…”

Grr.  “They are baby carriages!”

“Okay.”  Still a blank stare!

“Really??  You don’t have any guess at all??!  Okay, we have five kids.  If we had one more, we would have….?”

“Wait.  No.  Really?  Wait.  No.  Are you telling me you’re….”

“Pregnant, yes.  With number six, hence the candle.”

“Wait.  No.  Really??  Are you serious?”  A long pause.  “Okay.  Cool!”

WOW!  That easy!  And to think I could have saved myself so much conversation had I only baked cakes the last five times!

Here is my cake:  Please don’t be harsh.  I am neither a cake decorator nor a great photographer.

pregnant with number 6


Death by Questioning

Disclaimer: I love talking to my kids. They are great conversationalists. I also enjoy listening to them talk to each other – they crack me up!

However… every once in awhile, I reach my limit of questions…

I call this Death by Questioning.

Do you remember the movie Airplane and the scene where the guy stories a woman to death? That’s me…

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It starts out slowly but then suddenly becomes a storm of questions from all directions. Usually this occurs in the car when we are all trapped together in a small space with at least a 45 minute trip in front of us. We are pretty much 45 minutes from every where.

You may think that, considering we go somewhere everyday, a potential of 1.5 hours of driving time, that they would run out of things to ask. But let me assure you, they do not.

“Mommy how much does an ounce of platinum cost?”

“Mommy, when I turn 6, can I have (fill in the blank).”

“Mommy, when I’m 52, how old will Robert Downey Jr. be?”

“What other movies has the man who plays Mr. Freeze been in?”

Are you getting a grasp of the madness yet??

So I say it’s quiet time. Yeah, that works.

“Mommy…”

“I said no more talking.”

“I wasn’t going to talk I was just going to ask if we can watch a movie when we get home.”

Ahhhh!

“Mommy…”

“What?!! I said no talking!”

“I know but I just wanted to ask…”

No no nooooo more questions!!!

I’m telling you, it can drive a weaker person to their grave!


Observations from My 5-Year Old

It was wake-up hour at my house and I was in the little boys’ room feeding the baby. My 5-year old came in and said (in lieu of “good morning”):

“If you had one hundred kids it would take forever to get ready for church! We would always be late because you would have to dress all those kids!”