
This past weekend I went through a bunch of old boxes of stuff I'd kept at my mom's house since high school. In the process of trying to decide what to throw out and what to keep, I pulled out some gems: folded up notes about crushes on boys, pictures of me in long, hideous prom dresses, a powder puff football shirt and lots of cassette tapes. My favorite was the soundtrack to "Mighty Ducks 2." (Yes, that's right, the original "Mighty Ducks" soundtrack wasn't worthy of my collection, but the sequel was apparently!)
When I showed Ben he just rolled his eyes and said, "you and sequels!" and proceeded to remind me of all of my favorite movies that are a sequel: Toy Story 2, the second Back to the Future, Father of the Bride 2, and the list goes on...
In that moment, flowers, a sappy card or jewelry couldn't have made me feel more loved. The simple act of him knowing a silly, obscure fact about me (that and the laughing that ensued after that discussion) let me know that he loves me.
Ben turns 29 tomorrow.
So today Mimi and I are baking a cake to surprise him with tonight. We've been to the store, bought the mix, frosting and even the fancy round cake pans so I can attempt to do a DOUBLE layered cake! I even splurged and bought two big waxy "2" and "9" candles so that there can be a "29" on the top of our beautiful, cream cheese -frosted carrot cake (Ben's favorite). We've kept all of this hidden until this morning so as not to raise suspicions.
I got up this morning, eager to get started on our great surprise so that Ben could feel as special on his birthday as he makes me feel. I set Mimi in the glorious exersaucer (see previous post) and got to work. The exersaucer is good for 15 minutes of free hands, at least. However to my dismay for some reason this morning the exersaucer had lost it's magic touch. Mimi would have no part of it. So, with Mimi on my hip, I continued. That's when it all started to go wrong...I added too much water to the mix, stirred in the coconut flakes at the wrong time, accidentally pulled the electric mixer out while it was on high and splattered our kitchen with carrot cake batter, and managed to knock the "2" candle to the floor, breaking it in half.
To top it all off, just now I raced downstairs to take the cake out, only to find that it had come out in pieces...so much for my beautiful plans!
(and yes, there is a chunk missing out of the right one, eaten purely out of frustration)
(I felt a lot like this little guy...although I wasn't quite to the point of wanting to move to Australia just yet)

I desperately want to be done with this whole plan because it's obviously not working out. It's a cold, slightly snowy day and I do not want to head back to the store. But for Ben, the man who notices the silliest little things about me and apparently knows me better than I know myself, I will continue trying to make the perfect cake. I know that it will all be worth it when we surprise him. Until then, I guess I'll just have to curl up on the couch with some broken pieces of cake and find some sequel to watch on t.v.