Winds of Change

My oldest daughter has an aversion to change. When I replaced the old toaster with one that actually browns the bread, Lily begged me to keep the old toaster. (I threw it out discretely.) When we told her that we were replacing her old, drafty bedroom windows with New! Warm! White! windows, Lily started crying. She has told us time and time again that we are never moving away from this house, the only house she has ever lived in.

So I knew that when I moved her bookshelf out of her closet, she would not like it. I mentioned moving the shelf one day, and right away she told me NO. What’s a mother to do? Why, rearrange her room while she’s at school, of course! I put her pink lamp on top, and some favorite toys, thinking it would be easier for her to play with them on top of the bookshelf. But when she came home and saw her room, she burst into tears and insisted on putting everything back where it was. I told her I would, in a few days.

A few days turned into a couple of weeks. Then her birthday came, and she received a new Rapunzel tower with a Rapunzel doll and a Flynn Rider doll. I placed it on top of the bookshelf…

And then the next morning Lily didn’t want to go to school because she was having too much fun, playing in her room!

Ah, Lily.

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Let Them (not) Eat Cake

This is the first year I did not bake a birthday cake for either one of my children.

Baking and decorating birthday cakes have always been a source of pride for me. I’m not particularly talented at cake-baking; I actually implored my readers last year NOT to report Lily’s Ariel cake to the Cake Wreck website. Even though Ariel wasn’t the best cake design, I’m quite proud of the Hello Kitty cake I made for Emmy one year.

One reason I have always insisted on baking cakes for Emmy and Lily is because I still remember the cakes my mom baked for me on my birthday. I especially remember the cake during my horse-crazy year. Mom melted down chocolate chips to make a paper-thin sheet of chocolate, cut out a horse silhouette, and put it on the top of my cake. I loved that cake!

But this year, birthday cakes at our house have been doomed. Emmy’s birthday was on the same weekend as my Dad’s wedding in Iowa, and so we had a little party with a cake I bought. Lily has informed me that she now hates cake and so she requested a brownie ice-cream cake from the store.

What? No special cakes decorated by Mommy?

I have decided that next year, I will reinstate the birthday cake tradition! And if Lily decides not to actually eat the cake, then so be it! That’s more cake for me!

Lily may not have wanted cake for her birthday, but she did request that I make homemade pizza. So I baked three pizzas this weekend. It’s not cake, but at least I did make something for Lily on her seventh birthday.

Lily may not eat cake, but watch out! That girl LOVES her pizza!

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