For Troy's birthday, we went to McDonald's, and then to the park where it was stinking hot out. Then that night we had my family over for presents and cake.
This time around, I decided that instead of spending $20 on a cake that is generally pretty gross - cute, but not all that tasty - I would try my hand at putting something onto a cake by myself. It took me about 2 or 3 hours, but I decorated Mickey Mouse. I'm sure it's not the best piece of cakework out there, but at least it's not a cake wreck. Hopefully. I did, however, have to talk Troy down from Bumblebee to something slightly easier, but he was happy with it.
Troy got some clothes (which he was like, uh, what's up with this?), and a Mickey Mouse toy, that his sister and Brock and he have all been fighting over since, and a transformer that Jakob has kind of adopted, and a "walmart" (which is a lawnmower). He LOVES that lawnmower. He seriously pushed it around the yard for an hour straight. It blows bubbles and everything.
And for your enjoyment, some Troyisms:
flea = three
sprinkler = sparkler
sparkler = sprinkler
walmart = lawnmower
Rice Christmas trees = Rice Krispie Treats
I'm not naked = he really IS naked
I'm not poopy = he just pooped in his diaper
And for even more enjoyment, a slide show. And the angels started singing when they beheld its glory.