Rocket Cake

Well, we've had an interesting Christmas around here this year.  The whole Anderson clan gathered in Sioux Falls to celebrate.  We had grand plans of gingerbread houses, playing games and light seeing.  And although we did get to see the Western Mall Christmas on Saturday, our other holiday plans were cut short due to what we think was food poisoning.  I'll spare you the details but all I can say is I'm thankful we have two bathrooms in our house.

Finally this morning everyone was feeling a bit more human again and we celebrated Christmas.  We enjoyed a lovely breakfast, a huge turkey & fixins' lunch with a whole lotta present opening in between.  But my favorite part of the day?  Jesus' birthday cake.  Our new little family doesn't have many set "traditions" yet but this one thing we've done for two years now and I would like to keep .... making Jesus a birthday cake.  It seems to be a great way for Brooks to understand the real reason we celebrate this holiday. And it's a good reminder for us too.

We talked with Brooks about the cake a week ago and we asked him what kind of cake Jesus would want for his birthday.  He replied "A rocket cake!".  Mmmm, ok?  Then again this morning as I was frosting the cake he said with emphasis that Jesus wanted a rocket cake.  I was kind of wanting to make a nice Christmas cake, elegantly frosted and decorated.  But then I thought .... we always have fun cakes for Brooks' birthdays - puppy cake, basketball ball cupcakes, a baseball cake.  So why shouldn't Jesus have a rocket cake for his birthday?  It makes sense to a three year old, makes sense to me.  So a rocket cake we had.

I have to credit Chris for the artwork.  And Brooks added his embellishments to it.  We set in a candle, sang Happy Birthday to Jesus and celebrated the greatest day in history!  Merry Christmas.

Band-Aid Face

Yesterday while Brooks was doing who knows what, he fell and bumped his face on the floor.  Not hard, but still it warranted many many tears and some screaming besides.  After he calmed down, he told me his lip hurt and he wanted a band-aid.  "On your lip?"  I asked.  Yes, on his lip.  I, in all my adult rationality, explained that band-aids don't go on your lips.  He wasn't buying it.  "You won't like it on your lip.  It will feel funny." I countered.  Still no dice.  He NEEDED a band-aid on his lip.  (sigh)  So I obliged.  The result?

One band-aided lip and one silent kid.   Hmmmm, maybe band-aids on lips are a good idea :)