The Fuzzball Chronicles: the Life and Times of Curly Mommy

I made very few cakes last year due to my pregnancy. Well, I'm not pregnant any longer, so I have plenty of energy and no nausea. I'm back to baking. Here are the cakes I've made since having our precious Baby B. Spotlight Cake I made this cake for the Celebrate Recovery New Year's Eve party. Yes, it has a light in the center. It is supposed to be four spotlights shining into the middle, but I think most people didn't get it. Someone asked me if it was some sort of flag. Oh well. Mom's Ice Cream Cake Mom wanted an ice cream cake for her birthday. It was chocolate butter cake and vanilla ice cream with vanilla and chocolate buttercream. I learned a lot from my mistakes when I made this one. I ended up with ice cream all over my freezer because the ice cream expanded when I stuck it in the freezer to harden. Also, buttercream frosting is really hard to slice when frozen. The next time I make an ice cream cake I will use a very light cake and whipped cream icing...

Matthew 28:18-20 (The Message) Jesus, undeterred, went right ahead and gave his charge: "God authorized and commanded me to commission you: Go out and train everyone you meet, far and near, in this way of life, marking them by baptism in the threefold name: Father, Son, and Holy Spirit. Then instruct them in the practice of all I have commanded you. I'll be with you as you do this, day after day after day, right up to the end of the age." Our kids were baptized today! Photo opportunity with our Pastor. Little Man really wanted to sit with Daddy while he played the drums. He sat very still through the entire worship service. I wasn't the only one that was amazed! Per my request, the band played Agnus Dei . I love that song! Tater, Baby B, and me. Reciting our vows to raise our kids in Christ. Cool! Tater was happy to go first. That feels so funny! Baby B didn't cry. The baptism was beautiful! I am so happy that we were surrounded by family, friends, and chu...

Yesterday, the kids were in the backyard playing. After a little while, Tater ran in to talk to me. She was disturbed by something Little Man was playing. Outraged, she said, "He is pretending to be Jesus!" Just a moment later, Little Man came in crying, "She won't let me be Jesus!" Tater was deeply offended that he would dare to imitate her Jesus. All Little Man knew was that his big sister wouldn't let him pretend to be the ultimate hero. Since each of them had the most honorable intentions, I tried to help them see each other's point of view. I didn't succeed and finally had to separate them. They both really love Jesus, but couldn't help offending each other. I just had to laugh. *** This afternoon I was changing Baby B's diaper. Little Man came in and saw the white diaper rash ointment on her bottom and in her diaper. He asked, "Did she eat marshmallows?" Ha! ***