Festivity!!

What birthday party would be complete without the preparation of cake? Or in this case, cake balls! This time I made them with the extra zucchini bread from Thursday's double batch. This is what happens when Seth's mom gives me FOUR huge zucchinis.

Once the cake is crumbled up in a bowl, it's time to add in some cream cheese frosting. I always go from the tub for this step, otherwise I'm adding in extra time and work that just doesn't seem to make a difference in the taste, so why bother?

Roll them into balls and stick them in the fridge overnight.

And dip them in heaven's sweet nectar... white chocolate. Droooooool.

Here's the table I set up for his party. I put out about half as much food as last year and twice as many people showed up. But we still had leftovers... because my family wouldn't eat my food. Aren't they just charming? I understand they're no sugar/flour, but could you have nibbled on a carrot or some salami? Dip a slice of cucumber in the hummus... please? To my father's credit, I saw him sneak a few crackers and a tomato or two.

Silas' gifts this year were the most spot-on he's ever received. Nothing too young or too old, over-packaged or over-advertised... From Seth's parents he got two massive squirt guns for him & Seth to goof around with, a bug catcher and flashlight that projects the silhouette of the bugs on the ceiling, and a metal detector... Awesome stuff for outdoor exploring. We got him art supplies, some dvds (Muppet Movie, Cool Runnings, & The Rocketeer), and I sewed him a pair of bitching pajama pants. My parents got him a Wii Fit and made a big show in front of everyone, saying that the gift was also for me and not to expect anything on my birthday in August. The hilarious part, I WASN'T expecting anything on my birthday. I've learned. The last tangible gift I received from my mother was a box of poptarts on my 20th birthday and a check for $25 on my 25th birthday.

Silas made everyone smell the flower he got from our friend Candace.

Then he blew out a candle shaped like an eight, stuck into the top of a pile of cakeballs with a toothpick... because we rock at planning ahead.

My camera is too slow, so I didn't catch a picture of the actual blowing-out-the-candles face. But I did catch my sixteen year old brother staring into the lens.

And for posterity, Silas posing in his super bitching pajama pants.