happy birthday smidgen!

Ian turns five today.  Not one for big parties, just big presents.  The huge bash we had for him one year kept him hiding in his room for most of the event.  We are having a small gathering of friends who love him.  He will help me make his birthday cake, which will be Amy's gingerbread cake.  I remember reading this recipe last year, thinking that I really needed an excuse to make it because it sounded incredible.  We have been listening to The Penderwicks on tape for the past week (a delightful story, by the way).  In the story, they are each served a huge piece of gingerbread with whipped cream and strawberries on top by Churchie, the housekeeper.  So that's what the kids want to have.  That, and homemade ice cream, because that's what mom wants to have.

For corners of my home this week, here's a bit of Ian's room.  This tiny spot, on top of his chest of drawers, represents the opposite ends of the spectrum that his room has become.  The sweet little cowboy/Colorado themed room he started with (the hand painted, Native American ceramic bank in back is what I'm referring to here), and the modern edge he's added in now.  He's asking for a new quilt, saying he's too big for the cowboys.  And as you may know, I love an excuse to redecorate.

So, happy birthday my dear Ian.  You are my super special little smidgen, and my world is a brighter place because of you.  (And I will apologize now for not ironing your sheets.)