well.

BS is telling me i should simplify since i am pregnant. this means don't try to cook up a thanksgiving meal. don't bake up birthday cakes. give myself (and thus, himself) a break.

so i ordered this very pink Barbie sheet cake for BC's birthday party on saturday. normally, i love to bake, but maybe he is right. maybe i should let others do this year since my energy level is crap. it just pains me how expensive the damn cake is when i know i could do a yummier one much cheaper myself.

meanwhile, back at the ranch…

in two minutes, at 4:06, my darling Beloved Child will truly turn 4.

i tried to buy cupcakes today in her honor for dinner tonite. guess what? i think the entire fucking county has sold out of cupcakes. i even went to swank bakeries near us – desperation does amazing things to a mom. no dice. i ended up buying 3 slices of an amazing looking chocolate raspberry cake roll. but you know, the whole point of birthday cake to a 4-year-old is a) frosting and b) blowing out candles. you cannot very well prop up candles on cake slices…

what to do, what to do…

well, here is what i, bad mommy of the year, am doing. i am taking the leftover chocolate snickerdoodle cake i made, propping up Barbie cake decorations on it, and then taking whipped cream and putting it up the non-frostinged side. i hope she likes it.

i feel like such a bad mom.