Lyndsey and I made technicolor cupcakes. They were very cool looking. Next time, I'll go a little less Jerry Garcia, but there will be a repeat or two in the future. Lyndsey did the mixing... there were a few pieces of gel coloring that weren't *quite* mixed in and resulted in some blue and yellow tongues. There are reasons she doesn't bake. They were still tasty.
Especially when covered with chocolate frosting, a number 9, gold sprinkle sugar, and a twirly candle. In green (of course) because that is Dylan's favorite color.
There was lots of singing and lots of embarassment. After all... he's NINE. And we are LOUD.
Aaaaaand last but not least... this is what FOURTEEN looks like.
Ah, the angst ridden face kills me.