Today Christian went to a birthday party to end all birthday parties. It was a circus theme, and they had a cotton candy machine, a snow cone machine, hot dogs, popcorn, carnival-type games with prizes for each win, an inflatable obstacle course that included a slide about 25 feet high, and each child went home with a t-shirt that said, "I had a blast at Victoria's sixth birthday party!" I went home with red arms, face and neck from being in the sun for three hours... it was hot out there!
My mother-in-law picked up both kids in the morning so I could work on the cake. Just before she arrived I noticed Cullen seemed warm, and he didn't eat nearly as much breakfast as he ususally did, so I thought he was coming down with something. I realized I was right when he threw up all over the kitchen floor. My mil called around 6:30 saying Cullen had a low fever, and had been pretty run down all day, so she was going to bring him home. All he ate for her was two cups of applesauce. By the time he got here, his fever had shot up to over 103. I gave him Motrin and put him in a lukewarm bath. He still wouldn't eat, but we kept trying to get him to drink, which he wouldn't do either. He didn't want popsicles, or sprite through a straw. He did take a little ice, though.
What I'm taking way too long to say is this: I didn't get as much time on my cake as I thought I would have... but here it is, anyway.
The little white blob is a volleyball. The markings don't come across in the pictures, though.Yes, that is a hand-painted cake. I tried a few different tools to make painting the bricks easier, but nothing worked. I ended up having to paint each brick individually. It's supposed to look like graffiti... I, however, am NOT good at graffiti!
And now, off to bed I go.