The final day of his sixth year

I'm not incredibly crafty.  I find Pinterest ridiculous, and Martha Stewart can go straight to hell.  I try to work within my own limitations.  I took a cake decorating class before Drake was born so I would be able to provide something only moderately lame on birthdays instead of outright pathetic.  I try my very best to fulfill birthday requests.  I've done the pink guitar cake, the paw print cake, and store bought cupcakes.  This year, Drake wanted robot cake pops (again).  Although incredibly busy with three jobs and the massive cleaning/purging project of the weekend, I knew I could do it, especially since I had made them before.

 

Pre- and post-coating

Everything with this project was cursed.  I don't know what happened.  Everything about it went to absolute shit.  Did I not use enough frosting?  Did I wait too long before coating?  Did I not make the proper sacrifice to the baking gods? I had formed the cake rectangles for the robot heads last night and placed them in the fridge.  Today, when I went to coat, they completely fell apart.  The sticks wouldn't stay in the heads since the cake wouldn't stay together.  Oh, and I didn't have enough sticks, either.  Cake was getting mixed in with the candy melts, making it lumpy.  My frustration was epic.  I went and knocked on Drake's door, telling him what went wrong, and hoping he wouldn't be too disappointed with my request to just make cake balls.  "Sure, Mommy.  That's fine."  I gave him a peace offering of including decorations, to make amends for my failure.  He added sprinkles to the lumpy yellow blobs.  Oh, and I ran out of candy melts half way through, so I had to go back to the store.  Unfortunately, I forgot to put the uncoated ones back into the fridge.  Those fell apart more while coating on the fresh batch of melts.

They look liked Deviled eggs without the whites.

 

In the end, he's not going to remember that I messed up (I think- who knows?). Hopefully, he'll take away that I love him and I try out of love for him*.  Enjoy your final day being six.

 

*I hope all the Pinterest-obsessed moms out there remember that.  They aren't going to remember that the labels you made for the water bottles match the plates and napkins that match the banner and all the other décor.  Did they have fun?  Were you there?  Did they feel loved?  Isn't that all that really matters?  Now, if you'll excuse me, we have more Harry Potter to read.  He just won the Quidditch Cup.