I have a slight cupcake problem. It’s not the cupcakes so much as the frosting. See this weekend we had family over to celebrate the eldest birth, we had already given him his gift of the baseball game. You know how birthdays are, they are time when the world as we all knew it changed. When this new person officially entered the world.
He was the first grandchild for my husband’s parents & the second by mere months for my parents. He was a miracle child for us as parents then & still is. Even if acts a fool up in here on a regular basis. He is a kid, he is supposed to be foolish. It’s why he has parents to help him make it beyond the early years. Parents who also think it’s a great idea to make a cake & cupcakes.
Why? Love? Yes, that’s part of it. He is a pretty awesome kid, as are the other rabble-rousers (again I’m being totally unbiased here). But the other part of motivation for making these treats is the frosting. Oh, the delicious buttercream frosting.
Yea, I realized I *might* have a serious problem when I was ready to dive face first into the bowl to lick the rest of the frosting out of it. Although I do think the kids did a great job helping decorate the cupcakes, we used a piping bag to frost them. It also *may* have taken all my willpower to NOT eat them ALL before the guests arrived.