Monday was Liam’s second birthday. We had some friends over for punch and pie… I mean cake.
This was the very first cake I ever baked from scratch. It’s a four-egg butter cake, with whipped cream frosting and filling, which was also from scratch. That being heavy cream and sugar beaten profusely. It actually tasted a lot like pound cake, and wasn’t overly sweet. I’d say it was a success. The scary thing about making cakes is that you can’t really taste as you go, so you get to test it out on the people you serve it to. Good thing it turned out well this time!

Liam had a great time, as he always does when he has other little ones to play with. We didn’t get any pictures of them in action, though.








The red truck we parked next to at the gas station (below) had keys in the ignition. Apparently leaving keys in your car is pretty common around here. It baffles me that people do that, although it is somewhat comforting that there are still places like that in existence. Maybe there is hope after all. 

