In a bowl with frosting smeared all over it...
The biscuits turned out delicious until I dropped them in the front lawn...
And it would have been a beautiful dinner outside if the bees hadn't begun to attack...
And we had to return to the partially smokey kitchen.
What might have been a beautiful, perfect, delicious birthday turned into a smokey and clumsy evening. I had such dreams...
Of being the perfect wife with a perfect, beautifully frosted birthday cake. But instead...
And so Noah's first birthday as a married man was a bit dramatic, but luckily he didn't seem to mind.
4 comments:
Oh, your poor biscuits. What a tragic accident. I'm sure Noah enjoyed his bowl of cake and frosting and appreciates your efforts. Happy belated birthday Noah.
great~ I loved the backwards theme as well. Very funny. I think Andrew and I have a few stories like that, not necessarily on birthdays but when we were trying to really make a special meal and it seemed to get all messed up. Oh well life goes on, I'm glad you posted what was meant to be a lovely birthday. BTW Happy Birfday Noah
Great story Beck. And it will be ten times better when you can tell your babies all about it. =).
I'm sure Noah LOVED it no matter what.
At least he got a cake! right? :D Chase didn't even get a cake on his first birthday with me being married. lol You'll remember this for a long time. I'm sure Noah will give you a hard time about it too! But that's the best right? At least you know he loves you! :D
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