Bs last birthday, they did make.
Mama was the baker and the baker said
”One slice, two scoops, ‘til everyone’s fed!”
Okay, so maybe she didn’t, but at least it rhymed, right? And this is another flashback from 2009, so it wasn’t even the last birthday but….oh whatever, it worked, leave me alone. ;)
Normally I like just letting the pictures speak for themselves, but as I look back at some of these pictures, I realize that some of the little tidbits that were unique stories back then, aren’t necessarily obvious to the outside eye…and that means I’m way more likely to forget them myself, too.
Like how each one of those 7 monkeys (signaling her age, of course) has their own personality. No, I’m not joking. Take a closer look. Each one has a different hairstyle. They don’t have identical mouths. And yes, some of them even have different eye colors.
But that sly grin as she blows out the candles? Oh she knows how bananas she is!
And a story I’ve already forgotten is why it was important to take identical pictures of the cake….but one with one scoop, and the other with two.
The animal crackers were a minor detail that tied things together back then, but I wouldn’t have been able to recall without this picture. It was “a zoo” and the animals were escaping. Duh.
And sure, at this point it’s obvious that the “theme” was sort of that “jungle/zoo/crazy” vibe, but chances are, most people wouldn’t notice all the dollar bills in the next pictures had I not pointed it out, right?
Cash is pretty standard as a birthday gift these days, but it can also be pretty boring to open up cards….so we tucked single dollar bills everywhere instead. In the hairties, around the gameboy, under the cap of the body wash, in the thinking cap….
Maybe it’s easily forgotten, but at the time, it’s small details like that which can make “yet another party” feel like something special and exciting.
Or maybe it’s the bug audience that does that…
Let’s flash back to January 18, 2009 when these pictures were taken. I had just finished getting my degree at OSU the previous month and it was time to celebrate.
I’m torn between thinking “Holy cow, that was just 3 years ago” and “Holy cow, it’s already been 3 years? Wtf have I been doing??” Yikes.
The previous summer, I had been visiting home and in one of my particularly quirky moods, I became obsessed with a 3D duck cake pan at a yard sale and convinced my mom to not only buy it, but agree to make a cake for me for a graduation party we weren’t even planning yet, lol. I didn’t let her forget either and she obviously followed through.
Yes, I did say I graduated college…with a real degree…with multiple minor specializations…at the top of my class. And yes, I chose to have a duck cake with lots of little rubber duckies. If that blows your mind, wait until you see me playing with glow sticks and dancing the night away with toddlers. ;)
On an equally as quirky obsession note, I called dibbs on the duck butt. Don’t ask why….I don’t know. I just *had* to have the duck butt. It has a nice ring to it, right? Duck butt, duck butt, duck butt.
Anyway…. as with every party or cake post I do, I have tons of pictures, so I put most of them into a collage. Mouse over them and they’ll pop up a slightly larger version or click on through to see the full pictures. Some of them come with stories, though, and they’ll be on down.
Oh, and any of you who attended the party and don’t quite recall some of the details that are now showing in your pictures, it’s because I’ve replaced all your “adult beverages” with baby bottles. PG-13, y’all. ;)
The top middle pictures is how glow stick balls look put together, but for whatever reason, they ended up as hats to spin on our heads, too.
You know it’s a good party when only a few people know the picture is being taken, but everyone in it is smiling.
That second one is my “come hither, you’re dancing with me, too” move.
I really don’t know if I sat down at all that night. I think I might’ve to eat. Maybe. Most of it was spent right out there on the floor with a bunch of kids, though, and I wouldn’t have had it any other way. I also drove many of them home at the end of the night, too….my home…and we all crashed on couches and floors.
Some of us obviously weren’t done partying, even when bodies said it was time to sleep.
But never fear, the next day brought more duck cake fun. And in case I didn’t say it enough then or you don’t get the impression here, thanks for the fabulous party. <3
Yay for happy birthday pizzas!
The finished product almost actually looks like the uncooked version:
The only real difference is that the B sort of sunk and had some issues being seen. Oops.
And in case you’re the kind of loves stuffed crust pizza, but never make it yourself. It’s super easy. Just spread your dough a little thinner so you have a nice thick crust available. Fold it over sliced mozzarella or pieces of string cheese even. To keep it from popping apart too much, try to tuck it under the cheese as much as possible instead of simply sticking it to the dough in front.