About a week ago, Oliver got busy calculating how many days it will be until he turns eight-and-a-half. Then of course, his sister started to pipe up about when her half-birthday was. It was on Saturday.
Mid-way through the evening, she asked me where her cake was.
Me: You want a cake?
She: *breathes* Ohyesplease! Chocolate. With sprinkles.
Me: Well, I don't have one now, but can make one tomorrow, okay?
She: *shiny bright eyes* Yes!!
And so, late Sunday morning while she was busily playing with her friends outside, I did pretty much what I did for Oliver's half-birthday last year - I opened a box of cake mix, and baked one nine-inch round cake, and made a dozen cupcakes with the rest of the batter. I cut the round cake in half, and stacked the half moons on top of one another, frosted it all, and shook some butterfly shaped rainbow sprinkles on top. (This is glorious when you're four-and-a-half.)
I broke out some stickers, a notebook, and some candy-things I had tucked away - some things I thought she'd like. (I sometimes have a stash of such items - you never know when a tiny bauble or confection might be necessary.)
We took a small table out to the sidewalk, and brought out the cake and a pitcher of iced-tea... pink and yellow paper plates and cups... and there are always a bunch of kids hanging around on our street to help make an instant party.
She loved it.
I do believe I've created little monsters who expect mini-parties with cake at the mid-point during the year... I don't spoil them with toys or treats very often, so I suppose there are worse things than handing out a colourful notebook and a bag of Swedish Berries and slices of cake, amongst the kisses and the hugs and the lovelovelovelovelove...
We're still glad you were born to us, Ava Scarlett, four-and-a-half years ago!
And yes, you can eat the cupcakes for breakfast every day, for as long as they last... enjoy yourself, little girl.
It is summertime. Enjoy everything!