DJ turns 2 tomorrow, and I’ll admit…I wasn’t really up to planning a birthday party, or even making a cake this week. My husband and I decided to put off DJ’s party until after my father-in-law’s funeral on Saturday, when everything calms down a bit, and our routine is more normal. But it just didn’t feel right to let DJ’s actual birth day pass by with no acknowledgment (even though he doesn’t know the difference anyway), because I want to celebrate the birth of my son, the little cookie-boy who makes our life so much fun.
When DJ was just a baby, I bought a Wilton Choo Choo Train cake pan at a garage sale for only $2.00. I put it away for him, assuming that at some point, he would become a train fanatic like his Dad…and I was right. DJ loves trains, but especially Thomas the Tank Engine, so today, using one of his little wooden trains as a model, I made him a Thomas cake.
I wasn’t sure if I’d be able to swing this one with my $1.00 salvage-store cake decorating set, because it only has 3 tips, but somehow I always manage to squeak by. I also found the candy letters and numbers at the salvage store for only 35 cents! Usually, when you find this kind of thing there, the letters are all smashed to smithereens, but this set was perfect, and the colors were just right for Thomas!
Bee made the “Happy Birthday” smoke, and we used a scrapbooker’s glue dot to attach it to a blue toothpick, which came from a box of colored toothpicks that I inherited from my husband’s Grandma.
Bee also helped me wrap DJ’s presents – a new Big Wheel (he’s too tall now for The Red, White and Blue Racer), a little Thomas carrying case for his trains, and a Melissa and Doug stacking block train.
I feel better now because at least we can have a quiet celebration for DJ here at home. Once I found the motivation to actually start on the cake, the work was soothing to me. It was good to have something else to think about, and now that the cake is finished, I’m so pleased with how it turned out. Also, when I was frosting it, DJ sat next to me at the table for awhile and watched (and also stuck his fingers in the frosting several times). He said, “Oh, Mommy! Bird-day cake! Thomas train! Choo choo! Awwwww…..Ank-you Mommy.”
Then he stroked my arm….and I melted into a puddle.
He’s a heartbreaker, that one.