When I told Marie it was her second birthday soon, she said "Then you will sing for me and I will cut a dinosaur cake." Apparently a precedent had been set two summers ago with a dinosaur cake for Jack. She'd seen him cutting his cake in the photos of that party, and concluded that's what happens when it's your birthday. Now Jack's cake was a real, shop-bought British affair (with many thanks to granny - he adored it):
This rather laid down the gauntlet. So I decided not to compete and make my normal birthday cake (chocolate spunge, bound with chocolate spread, covered in chocolate icing, decorated with chocolate Smarties - do you see a pattern here?) and then add a cunning cunning thing - voila:
Dinosaur biscuits! How cunning am I? And I still got to have my favourite cake.
One of the presents Marie got was a balloon of our old friend Bumba:
He's now hanging god-like over our living room, looking on benignly. Actually, I think he is secretly judging us and disapproving. I call him the Bumba. When someone farts you can just about see the Bumba thinking "That offends me." I have to go now. The Bumba is telling me to stop wasting time online.
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The Bumba may possibly be an asshole. Just sayin.' Everything in our house would offend him, I am afraid.
ReplyDeleteAnd see, we have only EVER had the plain-Jane, birthday cakes, and never once have I wavered; therefore, the bar is set very low, and life is good. Which is a good thing because Hannah turns 17 on Thursday! :)
Clever you. And the Bumba, he is scary.
ReplyDelete@Kori - I am starting to suspect this. But I give my friends a lot of leeway, so we'll see how it goes. If he bugs me too much, I can always deflate him.
ReplyDelete@Steph - He is. He is staring at me right.now.
I'm not sure I like The Bumba very much... He looks creepy. Is he from a cartoon or something? And I liked your cake better anyway. There is nothing more enjoyable than homemade birthday cake.
ReplyDeleteYour cake is inspired. Just about the perfect amount of half-arsedness and creative genius that makes me love you so much.
ReplyDeleteJudgemental deities? #thatoffendsme
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You ARE a cunning girl. And neither the cake nor Bumba offend me at all. I wish we had Bumba here so I can indoctrinate Owen into his godliness.
ReplyDeleteI want to be bound, with chocolate spread!
ReplyDeleteTake that, god-Bumba...
Hilarious! cunning indeed!! you know, Bumba's probably a bit stuck-up cuz the papparazzi are always following him and his boyfriend around, never a moment's peace, cameras flashing all the damn time... but I think I'd have to tie him to a chair or something. Bring him back down to earth. His head is a bit swollen...
ReplyDeleteI always remember my then 3 year old telling his mates at his birthday party "this is my birthday cake. Its the best my mum could do".
ReplyDeleteWow looks like we are both creative goddesses! xx
ReplyDeleteBumba is kinda creepy looking. I'd have locked him in a closet ages ago. Love that birthday cake though...very ingenious!
ReplyDeleteDamn that Bumba. I think the cake is lovely!
ReplyDeleteI bet he follows you around the house, doesn't he? My kids' balloons follow me, and they attach themselves to my aging dog and scare the crap right out of her. The Bumba wouldn't last a night in my house, because I'd have to take him outside and make him stop smiling.
ReplyDeleteMwa, I need The Bumba to help me stop procrastinating and do washing up/vacuuming/prepare husbands english lessons he left me with this morning/finish two websites/write book number 1/wash my hair.
ReplyDeleteAll Praise to The Bumba! I beseech you!!!
@carissajade - The Bumba is from a Flemish children's programme. He is very You-Tubeable.
ReplyDelete@Josie - Just... big kiss to you for that.
@Ms. Moon - Marie keeps pulling him down by the string and punching him. I bet Owen would enjoy that spectacle.
@Jo - The Bumba says "That offends me." I say "Talk to your man" and get this show on the road.
@Laura Lee - You are right. I should perhaps show a little more consideration to the Bumba. The life of a superstar isn't only cocaine and giggles.
@Countess - That's tragic. I hope you never organised another birthday party for him again, as a punishment.
@Nicola - :-)
@Mad Woman, @Lady Mama - Thank you.
@GingerB - Luckily he is tethered to a railing. I don't think I could cope with him following me around.
@screamish - The Bumba works at a distance, too. I have offered him some small morsels of chocolate waffle on your behalf so that he will hear your pleas.
I want Bumba. And a pin.
ReplyDeleteBalloons with faces scare me.
ReplyDeleteThose cakes look amazing! And that balloon scares me too!
ReplyDeleteDamn clowns. Even the cute ones are creepy.
ReplyDeleteWhat did the inflatable teacher say to the inflatable Bumba who brought in a pin to his inflatable school?
ReplyDelete"You've let me down, you've let yourself down, you've let the entire school down..."
Need a pin?
I was going to say what a fantastic cake - you should be very, very proud of the dino...then I re-read the blog and realised that Granny had bought that one......oops! The home made one was cool, though....and I bet it tasted gorgeous! Not sure about that damn balloon though.....
ReplyDeleteThose big balloons freak me out. I got a funny one for Valentines Day and I felt like it was always watching me.
ReplyDeleteI have nothing clever to say, just that you and your blog readers are hilarious.
ReplyDeleteNice one ;) And it's true, a home made cake trumps a bought one, any time.
ReplyDeleteHave you read Jade's birthday cake post, one of my favourite blog posts of all time:
http://jadeluxe.wordpress.com/2010/07/21/pitious-patissier/