Julian turned six on January 27th, and because of all of this crazy snowy weather, we finally had his birthday party after many changes of plans. And since it's been over a month since I last posted, and I'm just now putting this stuff up, it's clear that I'm awesome at maintaining a blog. Heh.
It blows my mind that I have a six year old child. When did that happen, and who let me have a kid? I'm somebody's mom? Whaaa? But it turns out that I love being Julian's mom, and he's the coolest boy I could ever imagine. When I was pregnant with him, I used to wonder what my kid would be like, who this person would be. And as hard as I tried, I couldn't for the life of me imagine what he would be like at six years old. I didn't even know he was a he back then. Fast forward six years to the coolest person I've ever known. Julian.
For his birthday party, we had a screening of "Yellow Submarine" in the theatre of the university where Wade works. It was possibly the most awesome birthday party experience ever. Julian sang quite loudly throughout the entire film.
Here he is with Wade, before the party began:
Cheesing with his cake:
I made the yellow submarine and covered the cake with marshmallow fondant. This was my first time ever working with fondant, and I'm pretty pleased with how it turned out, for having no idea what I was actually doing:
The inside of the cake was a gluten-free yellow cake that was dyed six different colors. How can you have a Yellow Submarine party without having your cake look like a total acid trip?
This last picture cracks me up. Julian's at the table with all his lady friends. There were boys at the party too but for some reason, Julian is way comfortable around girls. I'd like to put him in a time machine with me so we could go back in time together and he could give me lessons on not being awkward.
My gigantic 37 weeks pregnant body is wearing an apron that I made. My grandmother gave me a tablecloth a super long time ago that I never used because a) I'm not a tablecloth kind of person, and b) the fabric was kind of crazy looking. So I turned it into an apron. It made me sad to see this awesome vintage tablecloth from my grandmother on a shelf, unused. So now that it's an apron I get to see and use it all the time and think of her. Sweet.