I feel funny jumping right into this post like there hasn’t been a HUGE gap… but then I feel equally funny pretending that people read this or notice 🙂
So a lot has happened. One such event was Max’s 5th birthday!!! Our little man is 5! We love his funny sense of humor, his many many thoughtful questions, his many quirks, and his tender heart.
Max decided the pool was the perfect place to celebrate. And because he still loves Veggie Tales he requested a Veggie Tales theme. In trying to keep a tidy pool deck, I thought cake pops would be fun. My friend had a “cake pop kit” with the right pans, etc so it sounded like a breeze. We decided to do red “bob the tomato” balls and green “french pea” balls. I had big plans to make it a hands-on, learning activity. They glued eyes on mini cucumbers, decorated a planter for the cake pops, and then took on the cake making. I gave both boys their own bowl, their own set of ingredients, and aprons. Of course, there were some spills, some flour on the floor – but nothing major. Then we got to the ball making. We were careful to do each step with the first round (Max’s chocolate). They came out great. For set #2 (Bo’s), I forgot to spray the pan in all of the excitement. (Story of Bo’s life, right Bo?) So the vanilla balls split in half as soon as we pulled the pan apart.
I kept my cool and thought we could still pull something together… we could make some of them the “old fashioned way.” So we had 12 chocolate balls and a huge pile of destroyed cake…. and about 30 people coming to the party. Time to get creative. We forged ahead with Max’s — melted the chocolate bark, colored it red, and started dipping. Every cute little “Bob” popped off the cake pop stick and floated around the melted chocolate. The ones that held on were losing cake crumbs left and right.
Armpit sweat begins.
Once we had dipped all of the in-tact balls and gotten over the fact that they looked nothing like ones on the box, we moved on to disaster #2. I found a recipe for making cake balls that called for mixing the cake with frosting. Of course we didn’t have frosting, but we could make it from scratch (which in mommy world is way easier than driving to the store and unloading/reloading two kids). So, we got out the 49th bowl and started making frosting. We mixed it with the cake and started rolling balls. At this point, I’m the only one still engaged with this learning activity. And the only thing I’m learning is that I should have BOUGHT cake balls…. and unfortunately my pride and competitive nature refused to throw in the towel at this point. I was going to defeat the cake balls.
So we rolled about 20 balls, threw them in the freezer to harden and melted more chocolate. I remember reading that oil added to the chocolate makes it “flow” better so I thought I’d give it a try. Fail. The chocolate scalded. The cake balls split in half. I may or may not have started to cry. “Oh no… oh no no no. Mom please don’t cry…” -Max
Regroup. Maybe some Bob cupcakes would work? I finally convinced Max of how awesome bob cupcakes would be. Of course we didn’t have any mix (remember, we were making it from scratch and “learning”). I called my sweet neighbor (with two girls under 2 and pregnant with twins… so she has plenty of time to help ME) and asked if she had any flour. We were going to need to make another cake. She didn’t but conveniently had a husband between jobs and despite my pleading for her to not worry about it, he showed up at our door with cake mix and cupcake liners. Penguins liners. Seemed appropriate considering our progress thus far.
When it was all said and done the cupcakes turned out great and of course Max loved them, imperfections and all.
However, the day wasn’t without other excitement — when I got to the pool at 9:40 (20 min early to stake out a spot for our party at the awesome kids area of the Plano pool) a sign above the check-in station said “The children’s area is closed until the after noon of July 2nd due to fecal contamination” (this was the morning of July 2nd.)
Armpit sweat returns… shaky pre-cry voice ensues….
It turned out the sign was a mistake and they opened (which could have been a health hazard, but I didn’t care at this point).
We had a great time celebrating Max’s special day. And the cake balls were a hit.