So, here's a funny story. I still don't find it funny, but maybe one day I will. Beckett loves the minions from Despicable Me. Does he love the movie? No. Just the minions. I'm not sure how this all started, but my brother won a big stuffed minion from the fair about a year and a half ago. Beckett really enjoyed playing with it and carrying it around the house. Then, my mom bought him minion underwear for Christmas (I'm not going to lie, we have had so many laughs over this underwear. It's funny to walk around the house with those two little eyeballs on his bum staring me down...see pic below).
Since the minion undies are his fave (he loves them even more than the Thomas underwear), I promised him that after he was finished potty training, we would have a "potty party" and make him a minion cake or cupcakes. The boy doesn't forget anything, so I should have known that he was going to hold me to that. So...I set myself up for that one. And yes, we are finished potty training and I was planning to have a minion cake...well, one day.
His birthday came and went and there was no minion cake. I didn't realize that this was what he was expecting for his birthday cake. We originally had our community group on the day of his birthday, and since our Sundays are usually packed, I was going to just swing by and pick up a funky birthday cake from Walmart and call it done. Our community group got cancelled for the night, and it was cold and rainy, so we just decided to bake the brownies that I had in the pantry and cut it to look like chocolate cake. All good parents say "*gasp*...lame." But that's not the worst part. I didn't realize that the brownies were actually mini muffins, so that threw the cake idea out the window. Still not the worst part. We thought we had left over birthday candles from last year, but of course, we didn't. So, I found a tea light candle and set it on top of the mini brownie and we sang happy birthday with guilt. As I tucked him in, he let me know that all he wanted for his birthday was a minion cake (with one eye) and that we gave him cake, but without the minions. He doesn't usually ask for much, so I really did feel guilty. He was so disappointed and just kept saying "I really really wanted a minion cake, but I didn't get it. Not this time." *Cue well deserved mom guilt*
I didn't plan to be one of those moms who make their kids birthday cakes (I have nothing but total respect for them, and both my mom and Blake's mom were great at it). I didn't want to be that mom because it's too much work for a non-creative mother. However, that night after I listened to his sob story, I told Blake that I had to get up early to run to the grocery store for all of the supplies for a minion cake. I couldn't live with the guilt, so I threw together a cake so that we could have a real birthday celebration that night. Whew. Motherhood card saved, at least for the moment.
Needless to say, his birthday party is coming up and I haven't decided whether or not I will buy his cake or try to make it myself.
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