Playing in the stream at the entrance to Temescal Gateway Park.
My little one and I made Amanda Hesser’s Chocolate Dump-It Cake together for his birthday party. We’d never made it before, and the cake part was dense and rich and moist. In other words, perfect. The frosting, on the other hand, was on the adult side of the spectrum — dark, tangy and not very sweet. I added quite a lot of powdered sugar to it to make it more three-year-old friendly. (Note: If you try this, sift the powdered sugar before adding it to the frosting, or shake it through a fine mesh sieve. I didn’t, and I ended up pushing the lumpy frosting through a sieve. It solved the problem, but it was messy.) Next time I want to try a chocolate ganache frosting.
Eric Hill’s Spot Bakes a Cake — one of our favorite books — inspired our cake decorations. We picked them out them out at the grocery store together, and then right before the party we stuck them on the cake.
We had a teeny, tiny party with just three friends.
And on his actual birthday, there was a tricycle.
We walked down to the Mexican restaurant at the end of the pier with our little boy.
We had dinner while the sun set.
When I was little, we loved this record. My mom used to wake us up singing this song. And perhaps, just maybe, I might have woken up my stepsons a few times by singing it to them, too.
“I’m tired of our books,” said Gavin. “We need more books about kids that go on adventures.”
So, we went to Vroman’s.
I Spy Fly Guy! by Tedd Arnold and Tyler Makes Spaghetti! by Tyler Florence and Craig Frazier are easily my little guy’s favorites. Fly Guy is both cute and disgusting at the same time — a combination I never knew was possible. And Tyler is a little kid who gets to cook. Such power!
Aaron Becker’s Journey is my favorite. It’s like Harold and the Purple Crayon fan fiction. Really good fan fiction. Like rivaling the original in goodness fan fiction. And there are no words.
Rosie Revere, Engineer (by Andrea Beaty and illustrated by David Roberts) rhymes. Gavin tears up when he reads the end — especially, “Your brilliant first flop was a raging success!/ Come on, let’s get busy and on the next!/…Life may have its failures, but this was not it./The only true failure can come if you quit.” Typing those lines makes me a little teary, too.
And then there were a couple of books that didn’t work out… at least not yet.