Over the weekend. It happened. And I did nothing to celebrate.
Can you imagine if you did that to a kid? How heartbroken your child would be? Like, “Oh, yeah, dear, that’s nice. Now run along, mommy’s busy.”
But that’s basically what I did to my blog. It’s a good thing blogs aren’t sentient. (At least, not yet.)
What I did do was have my niece and nephew (aka niblings; it’s a word, you guys) over for a slumber party. They are a 2-year-old and an almost-4-year-old, respectively, and they are pretty cool. My nephew and I played Minecraft together (he’s obsessed). I put my niece’s hair into pigtails because I’m the only one she’ll let do her hair. I tried and failed to convince them that the bell peppers in their quesadillas weren’t vegetables, but they filled up on chips and guacamole. (Avocados aren’t a vegetable, Aunt Maria.)
What I did do was make these vegan chocolate chip cookies from Ovenly & Food52. And even though my nephew cried because they were “falling apart” (read: fresh out the oven) and therefore deemed them “NOT tasty,” I disagreed with him wholeheartedly and ate the pieces of cookie that he abandoned on his napkin.
What I did do was wake up at 6 AM to a whimpering 3-year-old who had a bad dream that a monster was outside his house. He asked me to make him chocolate waffles, so I did. And then he and his sister refused to even try them and ate Cheerios instead. We went to the park and played on the swings, and the slide, and ran around in the grass that was still wet with dew, and my husband raced against my nephew’s “super speed” and “lost.”
What I did do, after the niblings left, was make my first ever multi-tiered cake with a gumpaste teddy bear for an ex-coworker’s neighbor’s bridal shower. It was strawberry ombre cake on the bottom and almond white cake with raspberry filling on the top. It was really cute, totally not my “style” (I don’t often do whimsy), and I am pretty proud of it.
What I did do, after dropping off the cake, cleaning the kitchen, eating dinner, bathing my son, reading to him, putting him to bed, and baking more of the chocolate chip cookie dough I had frozen, was flop down on the couch, massage my own feet, get under a blanket with my husband, and watch three episodes of Six Feet Under (I know it’s 10 years old, but omg that Season 4 finale, though).
I guess I honored my blog in my own way by baking for the people I love, when I usually bake for all of you. Not that I don’t love you. I just don’t know most of you. (You can change that by leaving me comments here or on Instagram.)
There will be some changes happening around the blog, because that’s what happens when kids get older, but I can’t wait for the year ahead with Sift & Whisk. It’s going to be incredible, friends.