Yesterday LP celebrated his birthday with his cousin and 6 little friends (oh, and while at it, their parents as well as both our families had mimosas and brunch).
We abandoned the idea of visiting the local fire station when LP said it would be too "noisy and loud" (and hence, scary). But we still kept our theme, and the kids seem to have a blast anyway.
The cake turned out great, although my mom deserves most of the credit, because I couldn't have pulled it off without her. LP and I baked a very moist chocolate cake on Saturday morning, and then I made the frosting ahead while he was pulling on my leg to lick the bowl. My mom and I then spent part of the afternoon icing and decorating it, and my brother-in-law made the marzipan shapes (thanks a bunch, wonderful bakers of a family).
My mom brought seafood and ham quiches, as well as crepes with asparagus and hollandaise sauce. I made two kinds of muffins, small loaves of apple-nut bread, and we had croissants, bacon, sausage, fruit, and cheeses.
We played some little games, and LP had lots of wonderful presents, including a real firemen costume! Books! Games! Trucks! He saw all of his grandparents at the same time (even my father who made the 10-hour round trip just for the occasion, isn't that nice), which must have felt like Christmas to him. I overindulged, he nibbled all day because he was way too excited to sit down and eat, there's a ton of cake leftover, the house has been run over by