Rainbow cake

For a few weeks Anna was on a mission to bake a cake.  Every few days she would ask if we could make one.  I finally acquiesced and decided that if we were to make a cake, we would go big.  Enter the rainbow cake.  I had seen a picture online of a multi-layer cake with colors swirled throughout and decided that we would tackle it.  Anna settled on five different batter colors and we swirled them together.  I think the end result was pretty neat, a tad more "tie dye" than "rainbow", but everyone who saw the cake was amazed nonetheless.  James, especially was a big fan, as the video below shows.  He sings a bar of Happy Birthday to You that will make you chuckle.

Serious about decorating.

Proud baker.

Groovy.

Bundled up at Burke

We decided to bundle up and head to Vermont to see Grammy and Fafa and celebrate James turning two.  Jason was eager to ski, Anna was excited to play with Grammy, James was looking forward to "go on airplane!" and I was just happy to get away.  

Unfortunately a stomach bug knocked Anna down for the count most of the trip, but she did rally each morning and head out skiing (the resiliency of youth).  Before the trip we talked to Anna about going to ski school for lessons.  She freaked out at the prospect and when I dug a little deeper, she told me she didn't know how she would do her school work while skiing.  Nothing we could say would convince her it was only a ski lesson.

James tried skiing (not successfully), loved the snow, hated sledding, and made himself at home at the mid-Burke lodge each afternoon when we met Jason and Fafa.

Of course the time went too fast, but it was well worth the trip.  Next year we will go for longer!
 

Ready to go.

All bundled up.

Snow pals.

Ski bunny.

Not sure about the snow.

Poor girl barely made it in the door when we got home.  She was SO sick.

James is TWO!

James.  Jamesers.  Jamesy.  Jimmy.  Yimmy.  Whatever you call him, he's two years old now (although he will tell you he's 6!).  Happy birthday sweet, silly, funny boy.  We love you!  (And fingers crossed the "terrible" part of this year never appears).

First morning as a 2 year old!

Party boy!