So I can't take full credit for this post, but I thought it was worthy of sharing with you. As most of you know, my almost-perfect husband is doing residency right now. This leaves him about 1 hour per day with the family (if that) and very few weekends home or days off. As you can imagine, we were thrilled to find out he had my daughter's birthday off. Since we're in a new place, and my daughter is shy and was still making friends at school, she chose to have an "extra-fun family birthday" vs. having a party with all her classmates. But she and I had been talking about and planning her party for a couple months, and she desperately wanted the theme to be Skippyjon Jones. Any other Skipito fans out there?
I try to encourage book-themed parties, and she just adores all the Skippyjon books. I even purchased enough of these Skippyjon intro books off of ebay for everyone to have as party favors:
I ended up sending them to her class to hand out on her bday along with the traditional mini cupcakes.
Birthdays are a big deal in my family, so I probably overdo it slightly. Apparently my husband's family wasn't really all that into birthdays or if so, it didn't rub off onto him. He thinks I'm excessive in my celebrating, but whatever.
So on the morning of her birthday, I got up early and went to the store. I bought a bouquet of flowers for her and, of course, balloons and a glittery obnoxious singing card for her sisters to "sign". Then I came home and set everything up for her, and she was waking up right about then. I made her favorite breakfast, and we had a lazy morning after everyone else woke up. But I had neglected wrapping the presents, AND I had yet to put the cake together. I had baked it the day before but wanted to do a Skippyjon cake still and hadn't found time to get it started. Since Scott had the day off, I decided to delegate. And gave him the cake job! He's pretty talented in the kitchen, and I've seen some of his artwork, and it's not half bad. Plus I'll just go ahead and admit that even though I'm all into birthdays, the cake is the one part I don't get too into. I don't have the artistic talent, so they take me far too long ((translation - time drain))!
So I started him off with two round white cakes. I got down all the different frostings and icings and food colorings we have, and I let him go to work. Here's where he was when I first came downstairs:
I'll admit that I was a little skeptical at this point. If you're not familiar with Skippyjon, he's a Siamese cat who likes to pretend he's a chihuahua (because his ears are too big for his head), and he speaks with a Spanish accent and goes on adventures with Los Chimichangos. He's pretty hilarious, actually. But I was concerned his ears were maybe a little TOO big... But whatever, at least he was getting into the birthday spirit.
Then I left for awhile more and returned to this:
Holy crap! He's actually doing it!
A little while later, and THIS:
I wish I had taken a picture of his work space. He had this little dish with all his mixed colors, all his tools lined up, etc. Too much time in the OR (operating room doing surgeries) has left him quite
((And please ignore the blur. He wasn't about to pose for me while I took pics.)
Yes, my friends, surgeon's hands by day, baker's/artist's by night!
My daughter was SO excited! We actually had a hard time making the first cut and taking the first bite after all that work! lol
What do you think? After 10 years of marriage, have I finally converted him to making birthdays a big deal? Or is this just his true life's calling, and he should quit the doctor shenanigans? ;)