Teacher Appreciation Cake

Well, after what seems like endless planning, the teacher appreciation luncheon is over. The cake was a big hit (thank god). Being the only female on this boat, I thought I was doomed to a life of decorating pirate ships and fire truck cakes… so a girly cake presented itself as a true challenge. A challenge compounded by the fact that I actually hate Lilly Pulitzer and all the colors she stands for, much unlike almost everyone else attending the lunch. As I stood there analyzing the cake I simply decided to decorate it the way I would least like to see a cake of my own, and voile’…it was perfect.

At-man’s crazy cake

While I was baking the monstrosity, I threw all the extra batter into a couple of tiny pans and let my poor, sick At-man ring out his own creative juices. While he did break down and ask for assistance in getting the main layer of frosting even, the rest is all him. I think the Pez were a nice touch, don’t you agree?

Mother’s Day 2006

I have also decided that from this year hence, every mother’s and father’s day should be marked by an attempt to photograph the parent of honor with both children, no matter how uncooperative they may be. I had intended on getting this picture from the very start of the day but it never seemed to be the right time so in a last minute effort, D snapped this pic of me and the boys right before bed time. I would like to assure you that the boys do in fact have a life outside of their pajamas, since for some reason jammy pictures seem to be prominent.

Now back to the luncheon. I would like to take this time to reaffirm my love for At-man’s teachers. I got to sit with both of them at the lunch, as well as Em’s teacher (who is also great), At-man’s teacher from last year, and the woman I hope will mold his little mind next year. For some reason we got on the topic of uninvited childrearing advice from random strangers. I had mentioned that I get comments from time to time about both At-man’s long hair, as well as both At-man and Em’s unusual names (no they aren’t really At-man and Em…but they are close). It was while remembering a complete stranger’s remark regarding the early piercing of her daughter’s ears that it happened. Ms. G dropped the “F” bomb right there at the Baptist teacher’s lunch thus proving, she’s my kind of people! The word sort of hung there for a few seconds while we all studied our grilled salmon and then wafted off into the next conversation, “must sees at Disney World”. There we all were in our pretty summer party dresses, without a drop of alcohol and yet we could not escape ourselves, much to my happiness.

Anyway, I promise to be on top of things a bit more now that the “big cake ordeal” is out of the way. Now, I have to go and watch The Office before it erases itself from my DVR and I never know what happened between Jim and Pam.