Two

We had to postpone celebrating Rog's birthday, since we still had the sickies at the blue house on his real one. As fate would have it, the day we had his cupcakes scheduled for was his worst day on record. He was up at 5 a.m. screaming at me, unsatisfied by any of my offerings. He wouldn't sit through more than 30 seconds of church, so I spent an hour circling the building with him. He was irrational and sassy and TWO all day.

Thankfully, he and I got some sleep in the late afternoon, so we were both rational enough to celebrate his existence. Because darn, it's a really darling existence.

While Rog and I napped, Taylor the cake master (honestly, I keep trying to tell him to go into business) was at work.

(Actually, really simple stuff. Flat frosting tip for body, tootsie roll feet and nose, starburst face with mike-n-ike eyes.)


I know that was a lot of nearly identical pictures, but I am so enamored by my three handsome boys that I couldn't help myself.

Of course Blaine threw a huge fit that he didn't get the cupcake with the face on it.
"Show me how the piggies eat, Rog!" (He did this totally of his own accord. Funny boy.)