Someone notify the committee: I officially clinched my bid for Mother of the Year with these:
So really, in case you don’t know I’m joking, I was already disqualified for Mother of the Year way back in January. I don’t think I made it beyond 1:00pm on New Years Day. Yelling or being annoyed or feeding my kids crackers for breakfast or something like that. When Ben was already carrying on at 6:20 am this morning, concerned that the cupcakes were too small, I’m wondering if the committee heard me when I turned to my husband and said, If he doesn’t stop, I swear I’m gonna throw the cupcakes across the room, and disqualified me for life. I had been up until one o’clock in the morning cleaning the kitchen after icing these babies, after all. Surely they take such things into consideration? And that three-year-old James came ambling into the kitchen rubbing his eyes, looking for a drink of water around that time, squelching any hope of me getting to bed before two? (Remember I told you how much sleep I said I need to be fully functional back here?)
Seriously, though. Make these cupcakes. Find the recipe here. There is another version here, though I can’t vouch for it and she got a little fancy with the ice cream scoop and piping the icing just so. I’m more of a slap-the-icing-on-top-and-go-to bed kinda baker myself.
Ben’s actual birthday was merely the season opener. Today is the day he brings cupcakes into school and in about a week I’ll be throwing together his “friend birthday party”.
The party just never ends around here.