I can’t tell you how happy I am that it’s February. More importantly: January is over. What a slog that month was. I normally don’t come down so hard after the high of the holidays, but that’s just where I am I guess. You’ve been hearing about my potty-training struggles. I had no idea I would find potty-training actively depressing, but it’s seemed to have that effect. Or maybe more anxiety-causing. I spent the first week that X was out of diapers in a constant state of near-panic. I know, I need to just relax a bit, right? It turns out that I’m just a worrier, and everything is going very well, and we’re all very happy and getting used to peeing somewhere other than our pants. (This house has been accident-free for 8 days!) The sun appears to be wanting to shine again, both literally and figuratively, and I’m looking forward to what spring brings us.
That’s not to say we haven’t had our good moments – especially when we celebrated X’s birthday over this past week. Turning three turned out to be a pretty special occasion. I try not to make a huge deal about birthdays. Okay, actually I lied. I love birthdays and I love celebrating them. I DO think it’s a big deal and people should have a fun celebration just for them once a year. It’s good to occasionally bring a little magic in your life. I’m not huge on all the trappings that comes with, especially with kids parties that you see nowadays. The thing is, we don’t need tons of presents. We certainly don’t need giant bouncy castles or balloon animals or clowns (scary!) And I bet some people really like having parties like that, but that’s just not us. When I asked X what he wanted for his birthday, he didn’t really get the whole present concept – he asked that he could play with one of his friends. So I made that happen, a quiet little afternoon of X playing cars with a friend. I don’t think he could have possibly been happier. And seeing his face light up when he realized people were singing to him? Pure magic.
I also asked what kind of cake X wanted for his birthday. He thought this over with extreme consideration before answering seriously: raspberry nutella. Okaaaay? I looked it up on Pinterest, and because Pinterest has absolutely everything, of course I found a recipe for nutella chocolate cupcakes with raspberry buttercream icing. It seemed so random, but you got to answer some birthday wishes, especially when it’s so easy to make them come true. X ended up with three cakes: A delicious Boston Cream Pie cake made by his Mamie for his real birthday, a chocolate cake to bring in and share with all his friends at his preschool, and the raspberry nutella ones for his non-party. We’re pretty caked out here, but the raspberry ones were interesting and delicious. I think if I did it again, I would actually take out the Nutella filling because I didn’t think it added much to the cakes (although don’t tell my son I said that).
They are really pretty too. I’m glad X isn’t old enough to think that pink is too girly for him. Or maybe those sexist days are over and anyone can enjoy a fancy pink icing if it’s tasty enough? I found the recipe for these on Handle the Heat. The blogger there made them so pretty, iced to look like beautiful roses. I just hope that if I pipe enough icing on mine, they will end up looking enticing/artistic. Plus bonus: more icing.