Last Sunday, the 4th of August, my first-born turned nine.
Nine. Half-way to eighteen.
Nine. The age that many (in social media/Hollywood) consider the age of the "tween". (I always thought that "tweens" were the 10-11-12 year olds!)
(She's growing up for sure, but is still more child-like than teen! She loves this CHIEFS shirt I got her...even though we were the losing-est team in the NFL last year.)
We worked on making this cake together...
The "pressed for time" mother-in-me skimped on icing. (I should have just made buttercream from scratch as I often do, but I tried to short-cut it with canned frosting.) BUT, I sort of like the rainbow cake layers peeking out amid the white frosting.
Mary added the rainbow sprinkles.
One can never go wrong with rainbow sprinkles!
Feeling a bit melancholy as summer wraps up...my youngest turns three...my oldest turns nine...and I return to the classroom.
Room makeover soon to come. I haven't forgotten...just need a few finishing touches!