There's no logic behind a three-year-old's thought process. And when that three-year-old wants nothing but a lacrosse birthday cake, you go to any length to get him a lacrosse birthday cake.
Even when you can't find a lacrosse birthday cake. Or have the time or talent to make one yourself.
Such was the dilemma I faced as Cole's third birthday quickly approached... on the same weekend as out trip to Yellowstone.
So I went to our local grocery store, hoping and praying I'd find anything that resembled a lacrosse cake. There was plenty of cartoon characters, princesses, super heroes, and soccer players but zippo lacrosse. The only thing lacrosse-like was a photo frame cake (you know those ones that you upload a picture to and then it's printed onto the cake) with a green border and this teeny, tiny lacrosse stick in the corner.
Perfect.
Oh, and I forgot to mention that I could only browse the cake books after the bakery was closed and that I had to order the cake from work. I was really hoping I could get there before they closed to beg, plead, and bribe them to do a custom order with a bigger lacrosse stick, but this would have to do. After all, when a stubborn, illogical, towheaded boy wants a lacrosse birthday cake, you get him a lacrosse birthday cake.
A few days later the bakery called. I was running like a crazy person from meeting to meeting, deadline to deadline, and a doctor's visit for this dumb pinched ulnar nerve that was making my entire right hand and forearm go numb. Hours before leaving for Yellowstone for a few days.
The lady at the bakery said I hadn't brought in a picture for the cake and was a little confused because I'd ordered a photo frame cake. After explaining the situation and reminding her several times that three-year-olds make no sense and that all he wanted was a lacrosse birthday cake, she laughed and said she'd see what she could do.
The rest of the afternoon I kept hoping she'd surprise me with some totally awesome custom design cake that would make even my lacrosse stud brother jealous. I sent Jeff to the bakery. And like all men, when I asked if it looked cool, he said, "sure" in a more than enthusiastic voice {insert sarcasm}.
Well, when I opened the box to take a peek, SURE indeed! I jumped and squealed and seriously almost cried!!! It was more than perfect. And way, way better than I had hoped for {or picked out originally}. I was so happy that I called the bakery and raved to some poor kid who answered the phone how the cake decorating lady deserved a raise.
We packed up, cake and all, and headed to Logan. We had a small cake and ice cream party with the families {thanks to my
in-laws for letting me plan a party at their house}. Cole loved all the
books, summer clothes, and animals he got.
Jeff cracked me up when he cut each kid the exact piece of cake they wanted.
A lacrosse stick for Fern.
The words "Happy Birthday" for Ruby.
And the blue part for Pearl.
That man of mine makes me laugh. Every single day. {Oh, and Kurtis got the entire goal.}
Happy birthday Fern-boy! Your baby blue eyes, towhead, and mischievous smile melt my heart!
{I can't say thank you enough to
Dick's Fresh Market for saving the day! If anyone needs a cake, give them a call! They went above and beyond what they were expected to do.}
