My "baby" became a teenager today. It still feels amazing to me that I am the mom to a teenager. We set out to make the day special.
Since we were celebrating his birthday during the week, I was making the cake. Typically my MIL will make the cake for the boys & will do it in any shape they want AND does it better than me. However, since she works all day, I was making the cake this year. B wanted a "Lego" cake.
I ended up making a 9x13 white cake and chocolate cupcakes and the started constructing.
Yeah, I know.....I cut the 9x13 in half & layered it hoping it would look like two Lego blocks on top of each other. Then I added the cupcakes on top to look like the little thingies that hook Legos together. Yes, I realize there shouldn't be five but I wanted another cupcake on there. What can I say? I won't even tell you how many toothpicks were in each cupcake to hold it on there but I did have to warn everyone that took one to be careful when eating it - if that says anything.
B, however, loved his cake. But he loves any cake - at all - especially my homemade cake and especially birthday cake.
He really enjoyed what his grandparents gave him. His Grammy knits socks and B loves her knit socks. She makes him 1-2 pairs a year. The funny thing here - she only had one done so that's what she gave him, plus a box of Oreo Cakesters (another favorite) and she renewed his Zoo Books subscription.
This is B opening his gift from us. It's a small set of Legos. That's not why he's making this face though. Attached to the Legos is a small card stating that we finally bought him a subscription to the Lego Brickmaster magazine. I'm not sure, do you think he likes it?
Lastly, his Dad had to give him a "manly" gift since he's turning 13. He was given a nice razor and a can of shaving cream. I know for certain I am not ready for that gift and neither is B, but apparently hubby was given the same thing on his 13th birthday & wanted to follow tradition. The funny thing about that was that his Dad couldn't remember doing that to hubby! Everyone thought it a riot but poor B came up to me later to say he was slightly embarrassed about the whole thing. Poor kid, it's tough being a teenager I hear.
Happy 13th birthday, B!