So the littlest… my pixie… my LuBelle, sometimes called LuBella (whose technical REAL name is Lucy Ella, that of which is only used when she’s in BIIIIIG trouble) turned the great big FIVE this past July.
You know… the kindo’ five where you get to ride that mysterious big yellow bus soon to be arriving at the end of the driveway, with your big brother and sisters each morning.
The kindo’ five where you get to go off each day for an almost SEVEN solid hours, playing all sorts of games, making all sorts of crafts, and having all sorts of fun with the new little friends you’ve just made who are also of the big “five” sort, whilst leaving your mama at home… alone… crying silently into her tea ’cause her baby’s just left her and there’s no one left to cuddle with for SEVEN STRAIGHT HOURS each day.
You know. She just turned THAT kindo’ five.
And last year for her birthday, when she suggested that she might want a Sofia the First birthday cake, I was able to quickly talk her into a Wreck it Ralph theme instead. (I don’t know. Don’t ask me why. I was just NOT feeling a Sofia the First cake. It was all the rage last year, and I think I’d just seen them around so often that I just couldn’t bear to go there. I was revolting.)
Well THIS year, li’l pixie was NOT havin’ my shenanigans. See, she’s a BIG girl now… the big FIVE, remember? And she KNOWS that her and her siblings get to pick WHATEVER they want for their birthday cake (that “whatever” being reasonable and appropriate, of course) and she KNEW I had not a leg to stand on when attempting to resist Sofia the First again this year.
So she done gone and put her foot down, planted those little hands on those little hips, stared me square in the eyes, and stated in her most serious pixie voice EVER, that what she wanted MOST OF ALL was to have a Sofia the First themed birthday cake this time.
And I kid you not, the girl wouldn’t look away until I nodded my head and verbally agreed to her very reasonable (though slightly pushy) request. (Thomas says she reminds him of *AHEM* someone he “knows”. I’ve no idea what he’s talking about.)
I caved, and Pixie got her wish. I agreed to make her the very best Sofia the First cake that I could.
But I tell you, the smile she gave me (the one that lights up her whole face) and the tight pixie hug that followed her sweet victory was enough to turn even the coldest of hearts into a warm puddle of mush. And it makes me wonder (and tremble slightly) at the future… at just how much “caving” will actually take place in this house… and how many sweet victories that little one will have under her belt by the time she’s old enough to leave us for good.
‘Cause dang… girl’s got this “pushy requests” thing DOWN. Knaw I’m sayin’. 😉 Xx
How I made this “doll” style Sofia the First cake available on Cakeheads.com!
Special tools I used for this cake…