Arora bakes with Grandma Kathy

Arora and Grandma Kathy are baking together. Arora gets the little step stool. They carefully measure the sugar, flour and other ingredients. They are making a special birthday cake for my 28th birthday. Later that evening grandma has to frost and decorate the cake alone because Arora went to bed early as she was adjusting to the time difference.

Happy Birthday to me! The cake was wonderfully dense and chewy.  I included the next few photos so you can see how quickly Ender goes after the cake.Here is the recipe Kathy used:

It come from the Better Homes and Garden New Cook Book (Circa 1981)

Yellow Cake                   heat oven to 375

2 3/4 cups flour

2 1/ tsp baking powder

1/2  cup butter

1 3/4 cup sugar

1 1/2 tsp vanilla

2 eggs

1 1/4 cup milk

1 tsp salt

Beat butter and sugar add eggs  one at a time, then and vanilla.

Mix dry and ingredients and then mix with wet ingredients .

cook 30-35 minutes .

Butter frosting

6 table spoons butter

4 1/2 sifted powdered sugar

1/4 cups milk

1 1/2 tsp vanilla

Beat butter then slowly add  1/2 of sugar and  add milk and vanilla, Then slowly beat in rest of sugar.


From Arora’s party

I love how she is actually ready (parts) of her card!

We had a wonderful party last weekend. We sang songs, did some hand games, made birthday hats. There was also a big chalk board and a keyboard the kids played with. Arora licked the frosting off the cupcake, and enjoyed the fruit salad. She devoured 3 or 4 of the (kid sized) buns we made. Over all. Arora had a blast, I think the guest had a good time and she received some very thoughtful gifts. Some that will be very helpful for the plane trip.

We made party hats

yes, I bought the cupcakes. And that is okay.

I love seeing her simple smile.

We made this banner earlier this week.


Birthday Cake

Arora and I made this cake on her birthday but because I was sick we didn’t celebrate until the next day. Arora woke up asking to have cake and I figured you only turn three once. So here we are all pajama clad singing happy birthday. It took Arora a few tries to blow out her candles. You can see in the last photo how excited she was when she finally did it.

You are three

I sit here thinking of our first days together. David sleeping on a too small pullout chair-bed. You in a plastic bassinet next to me. I remember my arms being so sore I could hardly hold you. I remember the nurse who had the patience to talk to me about your birth. I remember wanting chocolate milk and graham crackers.  I remember the steak and shrimp dinner the hospital gave David and I. Each tray with a little bottle of sparkling cider to celebrate. I remember waking up the next morning and hearing the air whooshing through the vents, but I thought it was the sound of rain, which is a very comforting sound to me.  I had never felt so empowered, so womanly, so tired. You had lots of dark hair, which turned blond by your first birthday, now it is a soft light brown. I was determined to nurse you, even though I had to use a nipple shield, the whole 16 months. I wanted to give you the best of every thing. I think I have done well.

You are three now. Sleeping in your toddler bed, with a blanket that was your daddy’s as a boy. Clutching White Bear that is no longer white. The other night you cried out in the night, you could not find your bear. I went in to retrieve him for you. You, half asleep said “bear doesn’t have legs… silly bear.”

You love playing games and I think you will really enjoy your birthday gifts, Chutes and Ladders and Hungry Hungry Hippos. We will open them at your party next week. Each night we say three things that “were so much fun”. You often include your friend Lexi and going to your grandparents house.

You are happy and healthy and bring joy to my life.