remind me come September

I had every intention of posting yesterday.  I had composed{in my mind}a beautiful entry about my amazing three year old.  Yep, it was Sloan's birthday yesterday and let me tell you why I wasn't posting pictures and sonnets about his handsomeness{which he so totally deserves}, I was armpits deep in frosting and cake batter.  Boy, is birthday cake making a labor of love or what? 

I know you've all done it, stayed up into the wee hours beating and frosting and cursing.  For years I wouldn't have it any other way. " I'm making that ridiculous elephant cake if it's the last thing I do", were words I've heard come from my mouth before.  Well people, Buzz Light Year kicked my booty  and I may not recover.  I found myself saying, "All I'm doing from now on is a round cake and number, just round cake, just a darn number". That Buzz Light Year, he didn't turn out so great.  That Sobee, he didn't notice.  Next year, remind me of this post.

That's right, Buzz is a different nationality than the movie. We support all super heros in this house.  I think I hear Toy Story 4 calling.  Just put the check in the mail.

Oh that Sobee, he is something else!