My sweet baby boy is all grown up! He’s 8 today! Old enough to legally be left home alone for short periods of time. <\/p>\n
I don’t know where the time has gone, but I can’t really remember what I did before he arrived in our lives. I know I was always longing for something and always felt like I was missing something. I don’t think I’ve felt that way since I’ve had kids. No time to long for more when you’re deep in the trenches.<\/p>\n
It has been out-of-control raining for the past week. In a way it is good the pontoon boat party went bust because there’s no way we’re taking kids out on a boat in this weather. The revised plan is at a campground that has a really nice indoor facility. We won’t be able to do the campfire, but supposedly the naturalist has a great program she put together for the kids.<\/p>\n
I was freaking the eff out on Friday because I didn’t know what we were going to do to make it cute and special. I still don’t really know what the naturalist is going to do, but I’ve been told to stop worrying.<\/p>\n
I made the mistake of looking on Pintrest for ideas and just about came unhinged. I hate Pintrest. They make the efforts of the common man look completely mundane. I was looking at all these camping themed parties, then trying to click around and find some of the printables and recipes and other ideas. Turns out a lot of those parties are completely staged! They are put together by photographers and designers with the specific intent of you going to their site and buying their digital designs. I had no idea, but I ran into that a lot.<\/p>\n
I did get some inspiration and I think the party will be ok. Mike made a little mini-tent as a center piece. Instead of goody bags, we’re having a trail mix bar and the kids can fill a bag with stuff that is trail-mixy. My friend is anti-plastic so she has about a million glass jars and she’s loaning me quite a few to use with the trail mix bar. She also has a lot of wooden and stainless steel scoops.<\/p>\n
I made my own labels and screwed up on the proportions (they are waaaaaay too big), but oh well. Will a bunch of 7 year olds care?<\/p>\n
This is going to be Erik’s smallest party ever. He was just not interested in inviting many people. If I would have known he only had a few people in mind, I would have encouraged him to have a Chuck E. Cheese party or something. We only invited 8 people and that includes Elsa and another little sibling. <\/p>\n
Erik had very partcular ideas about his birthday cake. It couldn’t be store bought, of course. We google imaged s’more cakes and came up with a compilation of ideas. We ended up using my base yellow cake recipe and stirring graham cracker crumbs and mini-hershey’s kisses into it. The kisses stuck to the bottom of the pan and the cake turned into a crumbly mess. I made ganache using mini-kisses, but it got messed up and was not thick enough, so when I poured it over the cake it just sunk right in did not cover any sins. I finally talked Erik in to letting me make fluffy white marshmallow icing to cover it all up. Hopefully I don’t mess that up. It goes from luscious to ludicrous in about five seconds flat if you don’t pay attention to your thermometer.<\/p>\n
Personally, I am all for going to the bakery and ordering a cake. Erik will not hear of it, so I get to try to be creative without having a single artistic bone in my body.<\/p>\n
I guess I better get up and get with it on this cake. Heck, I still need a shower! And we’re supposed to go eat lunch out soon, too.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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