Last day of threedom

It's Tessa's birthday tomorrow. And for her present she'll be getting a new president! While her father is a soulless socialist who will be voting once again for Barack Obama, Tess told me today that she supports Mitt Romdee. She was also thrilled to learn that he is mormon (I told her he goes to our church), but she doesn't really understand that we won't be seeing him at church on Sunday.

The big news around here is her birthday...elections be damned! Can you believe this was 4 years ago:



She's been planning her 4th birthday for months now. All she wants is cake with sprinkles and a piñata. The piñata being completely separate from the cake. So, tonight, I decided to make the cake for tomorrow--the actual birthday. Jaime will probably do something much more elaborate and time-consuming Friday night/Saturday morning for the party with her friends.

So here is the awesome cake we made. I asked her if she wanted chocolate or vanilla icing. She thought about it a second and said: "Um, maybe I want both of them." So she got both of them. You only turn 4 once! Or as Tess says, YOLO.



I frosted it with part chocolate and part vanilla, which ended up being an homage to her heritage. I also tried to put a T in it, but that got covered up by the SPRINKLES!!! In the end, I think it has come to represent the racial dividing lines in our country. To fix those problems, maybe all we need are SPRINKLES!!! Metaphorical sprinkles that is.



Jaime gave me a hard time for giving Tess 2 kinds of sprinkles to put on the cake. I can understand her concern about it messing up the aesthetics of what was a beautiful half brown, half white cake with an ill-formed T in the middle. But we went for it anyway.

Probably the best part of this birthday event has been Tessa's reaction to turning 4. The party will be rockin! The cake will be Sprinklicious! But when we tell her she won't be 3 anymore, and she will instead be 4, her reaction is basically: "Aw, hell no!" But with much stronger language.

This little girl is adamant that she will not be 4 years old. In earnest she has been asking us what she can do to stay 3 years old. It's her favorite age and her favorite number. Will her friends still like her when she turns 4? It's all made me really excited for her teenage birthdays. I don't think Jaime has ever had a good birthday and she has somehow passed that melancholy off to her daughter. To try and make it worse for her, I introduced her to School House Rock's "3 is a Magic Number" today.

Happy Birthday, Tess, on your last day of threedom.

Oh yeah, Halloween happened. I'll have to do another post about that. But not now. I hate blogging.