Conrad’s sixth birthday was December 30th. We are having a party eventually, but I’ll admit I’m stalling so there’s some time between the Christmas/grandparent gift bonanza and the party he’ll have with his friends. (And yes, I tried the no present request once but people always bring a gift then the friends that don’t feel bad and its confusing for everyone.) So his birthday has a long planning period, which isn’t a good thing. A six-year-old is a lot like a restless bride. Both know they only get to do this once and they want to make it perfect. And trust me, telling a just-turned-six-year-old he can do whatever super, amazing, awesome idea he wants to do a year from now is like telling a restless bride to wait to have sweetpea roses at her second wedding.

They just don’t believe you.
So we’re thinking a lot about Conrad’s cake lately. Here’s the cake he told me, thankfully, that I don’t have the mad skills to make, but a mom in Alaska named Jenn does.

“Mom, this is cake is kind of a big deal so maybe you shouldn’t try that one.”

This is the cake he’ll settle for, that was made by a dad named Matt in Mill Valley.

“Ok, I’ll take this one.” My plan is to take this picture to a professional cake baker. But David just told me, he’ll help which is great, I just think with this kind of cake, I should do a practice one or something.
Truth be told the cake I really want to make is this:

But then, I was a restless bride.

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