Cameron's cupcake factory (and some sneaky business...)

It's school holidays, and as I'm sure a lot of bored kids do, Cameron requested to be let loose in the kitchen.  I said yes, provided that we share the spoils among our friends and family.  There is still LOADS of chocolate in the fridge (and the cupboard) from Easter, and feeding the kids baked goods loaded with more sugar will do little to help my current frazzled mental state.  Although, the real culprit behind my exhaustion is the one year old.  She is an unstoppable ratbag (albeit a very cute one, lucky for her!).

So, yesterday we visited the supermarket.  Cameron chose a banana cake mix (which would not have been my first choice, but it was his project) baked into baby cakes, swirled with green vanilla butter-cream and topped off with a Malteaser.   He practiced his swirls on a plate before icing his cakes.  But he got the hang of it pretty quickly and I have to say I am pretty impressed with his piping skills!  Champion!  And, my gosh, we ended up making nearly fifty!  It really was a production line-type scene in my poor little kitchen. 

 

I've been bringing home plastic inserts from work which are the *perfect* size for popping baby cakes into.  Of course, we wash them first.

 

We wrapped them up in cellophane (the Malteaser helped to stop the wrapping smearing Cameron's lovely swirls) and topped each pack with a home-made label.  He was so impressed with his efforts, he suggested we head straight over to the shopping centre and sell them to the Woolies bakery.  Oh, the innocence!

 

But instead, once Paul was home and Sophie was in bed, we jumped in the car and dropped them at a couple of friends' houses, texting them once we were down the road, with cryptic messages leading them to where we left them at their front doorsteps.  Well, no, not really.  We just messaged them to check outside their door, because we left them cake.  It is raining after all.  We'd rather they be found quickly than become a six pack of soggy green goop.  And besides which, there is a slug epidemic around here - ewwwww!  A cute little packet of cakes would just lose all their charm if they were found covered in big fat slugs!  Ughhhh!!! 

And there was even enough left over for me to take over to my friend Sarah's house when I went to visit this morning - bonus!

So, good sneaky work!!

Hmmmm, I wonder when he will strike next?

Easter Sunday

I hope everyone is enjoying Easter Sunday!  We are feeling a little worse for wear after spending yesterday evening at the annual Easter carnival, twirling on the scary rides (well, only one really, that was all I was able to get Cameron on.  Boooooo), watching the fireworks and playing the creepy clowns.

Wholesome-looking couple, aren't they?

The kids got loads of chocolate from Nanna, and I knew this would be the case, so I didn't buy too much for them.  I made them each a toy Easter bunny in lieu of more chocolate.  And luckily, I managed to get their bunnies finished just in the nick of time (which was no mean feat, as my boss at work has injured herself and I had to work a couple of extra shifts).  I will be more organised next year! (Ooooo, I just got de ja vu!)

Sophie May's has been dragged about by every appendage it has and has already got a splodge of breakfast on the back of its head.  Poor thing.

 

Cameron is much more interested in his egg, and is more than likely just humouring his mother, because he's a sweetheart.  Can I ask, is seven too old for giving boys this sort of thing?   Please excuse the state of his hair by the way (you can't even glue it down once it grows past an inch!)

Stay safe everyone, and enjoy the rest of your weekend x

Happy Wednesday before Easter.

According to Cameron, the best part of Easter is nearly over, before it's even begun.  Confused?  I am, always.  Because this is what he does to me on a daily basis.  Bless him.

Race against the clock

I'm in the process of making the kids their own Easter bunnies, but my schedule this week is turning into a nightmare by the minute and I'm worried I've left it too late.  Ooooo, I'm so cross at myself!  Why do I never learn this lesson?  Will this mess be sorted by Easter Sunday??

 

I sure hope so! *fingers crossed*