While I do believe that I am still young enough to stay awake to see the ball drop, I had a hard time accomplishing this last night. My excuse? I have 8. That is, 8 dozen cupcakes. The largest order I believe I have completed thus far - a 6-dozen order for a New Year's Eve party. And then, two sweet little ones turned one today, which prompted two more dozen (oh, and 4 pounds of oreo fudge to boot). Needless to say, I am pooped with a capital P.
Here's a picture of the boys heading out for their party.
Tonight, the family and I camped out in the living room and had dessert. My girls will never be able to say that we didn't spoil them. We roughed it under the "tent" all the while eating chocolate mousse. See the mustaches and goatees?
What are they all staring at? Why, Strawberry Shortcake, of course!! Daddy's such a trooper - in a house full of girls. Even the dog is female.
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