Birthday Party Part 1

The following day of Kallan's birthday was a Saturday, so we had Kallan's family party then.  It all turned out really cute, especially for the DISASTER that was the cake.  Luckily, it didn't turn out looking too badly, but trust me, it was terrible.

 

As you can see, the theme was dirt and tractors, because the kid is obsessed.  Like I said, total boy.  I wanted the whole theme of the party to be "dirty".  And, I decided to make his cake myself, from scratch.  This was probably my first mistake.  However, it would have been awesome.  I looked up an Oreo/Cookies and Cream cake recipe online and found an easy one.  I whipped it all together easily and quickly, poured it into my round cake pans, and popped them in the oven.  I had so much to do in so little time, I was stressed, and forgot to set the timer.  Second, and most crucial mistake.  I remember about 5 minutes after they had been in the oven, so I came over and set the timer, trying to adjust for the missed time.  When it beeped, I checked them and they were rising beautifully, and cooked everywhere except the centers, so I set the time again for what I thought they would need.  3rd mistake.  I should have never left that oven.  Timer went off and I didn't even hear it.  Finally, I ran in the kitchen frantically after remember them, and my stomach fell.  But not as much as my cakes had fallen.  And burnt. BURNT.  I pulled them out, and Buck tried to tell me they were fine, as he always does when I burn things.  Cursing that I should've known better, I instantly was disappointed, frustrated, and upset.  I had been so excited to make him a cake with love, from scratch.

Yeah, looks burnt right? You guys, it gets worse.  I scrape the side with a knife and then turn the pan over to get the cake to fall out.  Well, it's really stuck to the bottom, so I leave it sitting there to let gravity pull on it for a minute, and Buck walks up and pulls the cake pan up.  The cake falls apart.  See below.

Are these pictures giving you anxitey right now?? Because I was freaking out.  So then, Buck pieces it back together, and uses the frosting as glue.  He takes the second round, places it on top, and the whole top middle has sunken in about 2 inches.  Then, he scoops out the whole tub of frosting, and dumps it into the huge pit on top of my cake, and the cake has litterally only been out of the oven for about 4 minutes.  If my sisters in law are reading this right now, I'm sure they are freaking out with me.  The frosting melts into a lake in the pit of my hot mess of a cake.  You guys!  So Buck sees it melting, and decides to put it in the fridge, thinking that will fix everything.  By this point I just walked away, trying to see if my sister wanted to run to the grocery store to buy a cake.  So I finish decorating, and everything else thankfully is working out well.  I used my food processor to grind up oreos to make dirt, and put it in these little tractors, and also on top of my "Dirt Cups" oreo dessert I made.

 

So I pull the cake out, and do my best to decorate it anyway, and it actually doesn't end up looking too badly.  I put the little track ho and dirt on there so it looks like it's digging away, and forget about it, and enjoy the party.

Kallan of course, ended up getting spoiled with gifts, including a brand new little baby bunny, from us.  Us meaning Buck, because when he brought it home, I was just as surprised as Kallan.

Meet Rowdy, Kallan's new baby bunny.

So then it comes time to light the candles and sing to him.  You.guys. I went to stick the candles into Kallan's cake, and they would not push in.  It was that hard! It was that burnt.  I kept pushing and pushing, and finally grabbed a butter knife and used the heavy end to hammer his candles into his cake.  Seriously??  The only smart thing I had done was buy my mom a cupcake.  Her birthday is the same day as Kallan's, so we celebrated her too, but she doesn't like a lot of cake, so we just did a cute little, non-burnt, non-sunk, fabulous looking cupcake.

I attempted to cut up the cake, and everyone was being so nice about it, saying they were full, or they didn't really even like cake.  My brother Kolton was a champ and ate an entire piece.  And he was the only one.  Even our dog Keg, turned up his nose to it.  Can't blame him though really; when you can pick up a piece of cake like a potato chip, who would want to eat that?  I sure didn't haha.  I ended up throwing the entire thing in the garbage.  I'm pretty sure they wouldn't even have served my cake to inmates in prison as punishment for their crimes.  It served its purpose though and everything turned out alright.  The dirt cups were a hit! (Possibly because they were they only things that were edible, and not burnt)

Despite everything, we had fun, had some laughs, and made some memories.