Happy Birthday, Noah Kai!

On Saturday, January 3, the Muffin Man turned two.  This means that I'm two years older as well, but let's focus on the positives, shall we?

Music: "Hero" by Family of the Year

Having a birthday right after all of the holiday excitement kind of sucks.  It's just so much all at once - too many presents, way too many sweets - so by the time Noah's birthday rolls around I'm worn out.  Initially, I wasn't going to throw a birthday party for the little man this year because well, he's two, and he won't really remember anything, and also because after Hanukkah and Christmas and the stomach flu and the flu flu I just couldn't deal.  I realize this makes me sound like a horrible Mother, but in an effort to save my sanity in 2015 I've made a resolution to stop trying to do quite so much and spread myself thin.

As you know if you're a long time reader of the ol' blog, I have amazing in-laws who always go the extra mile to help out.  I think my sister-in-law was worried that my not throwing Noah a party just might prove to cause permanent psychological damage in the long run, because she stepped in and planned an adorable little shindig for the Muffin Man on New Year's Day.

There were homemade cupcakes and a pinata and party favors full of play-do, so it was basically a two year old's dream.

Just in case you were worried that I let his actual birthday go by without proper fanfare, rest assured that we did it up.  I baked a birthday cake full of horrible things like sugar and gluten and wheat and it was freaking delicious.  I used the Lady Baltimore Cake and the Chocolate Frosting recipes from The Joy of Cooking, and everything turned out perfectly.


The Birthday Boy himself gave me a five star review, though it should be noted that he didn't actually finish his slice of cake, for which I am grateful.  My cake baking skillz may be on point, but my cake decorating skills are non-existent, so remind me next year to try to step that up and maybe make some fondant animals or something.

Needless to say, I think that Noah was feted in style.

Honestly, I can't believe that my baby boy isn't a baby anymore.  My sweet little boy whose arrival changed my life completely,  and so much for the better.  I'm grateful every day that I have him to drive me crazy and boss me around, and I can't wait to watch him grow up.