The only cute story I have to share involves Brady. Last night I made a late run to Wal-Mart, and Brady insisted he go with me. The city's baseball stadium is a block away from Wal-Mart. When we got out of the van, Brady, very clearly, said, "Ah! Look!" and pointed to the sky. Cohen Stadium sponsored an end-of-game fireworks show for the fans. He was fascinated by the colors and loud booms. As we walked into the store, he kept throwing himself backwards to see more fireworks. Maybe we'll attend the 4th of July show at Cohen this year--just for him.
"'Ahtch this, Mama! 'Ahtch this!"
"Ta-daaah!"
I can't take credit for this cake. I baked it, made the icing, and did the lettering. Barry did the cool part. I did find the Luke Skywalker toys, though. And thanks to Kari for the Star Wars name link; Oleba Joroc (aka Olen, my friend Rebecca's son) has a true Star Warsian cake.
This is Brady's dishwashing effort. Of course he's only interested in the icing.
Finger-lickin' good!