Another birthday. For this one I stayed up all night making an ice-cream cake, as was requested. It was going well until I stashed it in the downstairs freezer to freeze the cake portions before frosting it- someone had turned off the freezer and I did not notice… cake melt, anyone?
Oh, well. We went to a late lunch where a little brother dozed off and flan was had, then to a bakery and the day was saved.
Happy Birthday, Eight Year Old!