Big's three! Since he was absolutely positive that turning 3 meant he'd be getting a real 4-wheel-drive truck, and I was absolutely positive that it wasn't going to happen, I did my best to satisfy his desire with a cake.
It was supposed to be fabulous. But then, in trying to avoid the grout lines of the tile countertop, I made the mistake of rolling the fondant out on a big wooden cutting board. The wood sucked the fondant totally dry. Bah. Not easy to work with, but I did my best and ended up with this.
Luckily a 3-year-old doesn't notice cracks and rough edges.
But, before we put the cake out of its misery we had to open gifts. Big whipped his way through them, trying to get to the big one he had his eye on. I used food boxes to contain some of the presents, and it was funny that Big seemed just as satisfied with the idea that he'd received a box of Ritz Bits as he was with the shirts he eventually discovered the box contained. It was obvious that neither was what he wanted.
Ahhh... the BIG one...
Now, on to the cake.
Then his dad stood him up for a better angle and he blew the candles out so fast that I missed the shot. And the pictures were all blurry. But I'm posting them anyway.
And then the dismantling began.
Happy Birthday, Big! You're so smart and funny, our lives just wouldn't be the same without you. We love you!