Edyn Turns 6...

6 years ago I met this wee little creature, she came into the world silent and wide-eyed, checking out the new world around her. Quickly the silence changed and we paced the floors for hours trying to settle her down and let us all get some sleep. I hadn't a clue how tired one could truly get and still function daily!
Edyn Scott has certainly kept us on our toes and filled our hearts with joy. She is one of a kind. In this cute bundle is a charismatic, outgoing, charming and polite little girl, she is also sensitive to those who may not know they need a little hand to fit into theirs at a particular moment.

We are fortunate to have 3 gorgeous daughters, Edyn is in the middle and never allows anyone to forget she's in a room.
Birthdays are something of a national holiday in our house. Our oldest, Sabine, used to start talking about "next year's party" before we had even sent out invites for the imminent birthday. Planning, planning, planning. These girls change their minds faster than their socks about what kind of party they want. I will never forget that a birthday is coming up and I know the expectations about the day: a birthday banner hung in the kitchen, a little gift outside the bedroom door and a breakfast and dinner of the birthday girls' choice. Now that I am in the 'business' of cakes and cookies, I am also given many suggestions of cakes and treats...changed hourly, of course.

So, Edyn's 6th birthday was approaching...doncha know?! I mean, it was September and she started planning - daily. We started talking strategy; this was a small party this year, not every girl she's ever met at school, on the ice or on the street was invited (I know, party pooper). The main focus was the cake and the cookies. Many mornings started with "Mummy, for my birthday, I want...." and every day, it was something different. ;)

One Saturday we had a moment to pop out, just the two of us. (we're like ants, you see one, you see all of us) However, we managed a few minutes out together and found ourselves checking out cake supplies. My darling, sweet girl looks at me with her big blue eyes and sweet smile, holding (to my horror) cupcake liners. Oy vey. Cupcakes. The very thing I just take no enjoyment in creating, why, I have no idea, but I truly don't like them!

So, here I was, faced with a decision; crush this angel's heart or give in and make the cupcakes. I could actually hear the game show music playing in my head while I weighed my options. This wasn't a tough decision, her pleading eyes made it for me. Cupcakes it was.
So, I brought home my nemesis and I contemplated them...I'm sure I could hear some heckling coming from within the package "whatcha got lady? whatcha gonna do, lady?" There are moments in my life that I am alone in my house, not often, but there are times. I was glad this wasn't one of those times, otherwise I would have found myself hollering at little bag of cupcake papers and that would be a sad, sad day for me. ;)

To Edyn's credit, she picked a simple, pretty liner; pink with white polka dots. I've always loved polka dots, goes back to my Nanny's DNA settling into my cells. The cookies were an easy decision, make them look like the cupcakes. Easy peasy! Ohhhh, how the girls would "oooh and ahhhh" over my genius (and somewhat anal tendencies) to have matching cupcakes and cookies. Edyn would be the envy of her Kindergarten friends, her mum being "that cool one". I could hear them cheering my name at the next drop-off at school "Edyn's Mum! Edyn's Mum!" (yup, I am *insert name*'s mum now).

I made these gorgeous cookies, oh my, how I love these cookies. Truly, my faves of the many I have made. Love. Love. Love.

Have I mentioned how I dislike cupcakes? Maybe once? I truly dislike them...they drive me crazy. So, my high hopes of maybe changing this feeling of dislike were dashed again when I pulled the little monsters out of my oven. It's like these tiny cakes in a cup are flashing me that naughty finger...tsk, tsk. To my displeasure, the offenders come out of the oven and one would be hard pressed to know that Edyn had selected a lovely little cupcake liner. Yup, they looked yucky and blah. At least the top of the cupcake looked uniform and had nice domes on them. Otherwise, not impressed. And hence, you won't see pictures of these cupcakes....cuz then you would see the naughty finger being flipped at you too!

At least they tasted good. At least the girls were happy with their wee treats. And no, no one noticed the co-relation between cupcake liner and sweet, gorgeous cookies. And no, no one chanted my name at the next school drop-off. However, my gorgeous, sweet, how-did-she-get-to-be-6 little girl was happy with her party and treats and cookies. And that, my friends, made me happy too. (I may even forgive those silly paper liners. One day)