I have said it before but it bears repeating; novelty cakes are really not a source of great joy for me. They are however a vital part of the excitement for most little people counting down the sleeps until their next birthday. One such little person this past month was Handsome. My sweet and funny Handsome; now very proudly a man of five. Do you remember meeting him and celebrating three? Years gone in the blink of an eye.
This year we moved Handsome to a new school. He was so very excited for the move as it meant he would at last be in the pre-primary at the same school as Pretty Girl who this year started senior primary. Their school lives are already so far apart, but for Handsome being a security gate and three quads away from his beloved sister was close enough. The short explanation of a longer tale is that Handsome moved from a playschool that is not a feeder school to the new one and thus he arrived on his first day knowing, well, no-one. Literally. Not one single child. He is brave and kind this boy of mine and he set off for his first day with the single plan of making a new friend and eating lunch. Importance equally divided between the two.
The first day I arrived to fetch him he was standing all alone next to the dustbin watching the other children play. My heart. The second day, he was sitting all alone at the table eating his sandwich. My broken heart. During the second week I asked him what his favourite part of the day had been. His reply? “When you came to fetch me.” My heart ruptured and we both had a little cry.
Clearly we were not off to a great start. He is gentle and a great deal of fun this boy of mine and I really hoped for both our sakes that friends were only a matter of time. As the term has settled in, so has he. I dare say that he is even making friends. Well okay, he knows the names of boys in the class and they seem to know him which is basically the same thing and so it counts. In fact, our best day so far (something you may not understand if boys do not live in your house) was when a boisterous spot of play with a friend earned him a bloody nose on the playground. Hoorah!! A friend!
Now about the time that Handsome was experiencing hard life by new school he turned five, and obviously he needed some strong loving. We invited five of his besties (not at his new school) and we put into place a simple plan to celebrate Noah.
He is one devoted birthday boy this child of mine and bestowed upon himself the title of assistant party planner. Handsome named the guest list; set the theme; dressed for the theme (it was not a dress up party) ordered the cake and even blew up balloons.
I thought that the cake – a Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle Cake – would be a relatively simple one for me to make. But like most of my novelty cakes, it kinda looked better in my head. I am only sharing pics of it because Handsome loved it so that’s a win. Isn’t it? (Be kind friends, this is clearly not an area of strength)
I baked my standard party cake the day before. I consulted my own party planner and found a simple suggestion to shape the face of the ninja turtle by cutting a round cake into a bell shape.
I made a template on paper first and used it to cut the cake to size. It worked like a charm. I took it from there, used non-edible googly eyes for under the mask and an icing pen to do the nose and mouth. The rest of the cake and the mask I made from plastic icing which I purchased already coloured. Lazy? Yes, whatever.
And as for the rest of the day? I made little green Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle treat boxes for the table and we served pizza with green juice for lunch. Cowabunga and all that.
A friend sewed elastic onto the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle masks I cut from felt and the boys wore them throughout the party and even during all the old-fashioned games. They were a hit!
Dear Husband is our game maker for parties and this year’s included digging around in jelly gu for sweets; musical cushions, charades and soccer. The day ended with flying a kite and swimming until bedtime when one very happy boy declared it the best party day in the world.
I love that both our kids love parties where mom, and especially dad, play games and really are a part of the fun over large and elaborate paid entertainer type parties.
Dear Husband (at least for now) it seems like we are still rocking the birthday party circuit!
Happy Birthday my dearest Handsome, you are by far the most awesome boy on the planet.