I was sick as a dog on her birthday. I came home from work early the day before, with a horrible stomach bug, and spent the evening trying not to see, smell or even think about food. The next day, I slept and tried to figure out how to make cupcakes without getting ill.
Somehow, that afternoon, Mom Adrenaline kicked in. My girl had to have her birthday cupcakes, and I was not going to cave and buy those sickly-sweet store-bought versions. So I mixed and stirred and baked and gagged over the aroma of freshly baked cupcakes, and frosted them with possibly the best frosting I've ever made. I couldn't even taste it, but I'm pretty sure that frosting kicked butt. (Tip: Hershey's cocoa has a frosting recipe on the back. Use it, people. You'll never buy frosting in a can again.)
Coincidentally, we had spaghetti for dinner. Alice wore hers, mostly. So that meant we had the first giant cleanup of the evening, before I could take pictures of her eating her cake. It meant cleaning spaghetti off the high chair, the floor, and her head. Then I stripped her down to a diaper, and got her cupcake ready to go.
Not exactly the reaction I expected after all the effort I put into making those gag monsters.
Eventually, she did appreciate it. I think the frosting changed her mind.
And of course, then we had cleanup #2. I carried her straight up to the tub to get frosting and cake out of every nook & cranny, and later cleaned her high chair. Again. But it was totally worth all the queasiness to see her that happy.
I can't believe it's been a year since we brought her into the world. What an amazing little girl she is. Happy Birthday, sweet pea!