Currently

You know when you are falling asleep in front of the TV at 9pm, so you diligently go and crawl into bed, intending to get the best nights sleep ever?  But then you’re lying there and suddenly your brain is like,

“Oh, did you think you were going to sleep now?  Sorry for you.  That isn’t happening.  Have you done this?  What about replying to that email?  No, not that email, the other one.  Why don’t people RSVP?  What if there are too many children at the party?  What if it rains?  How do you make a cake tree?  Why is yellow a colour?  What is that noise?  A zombie?  Don’t be silly, there are no zombies.  OK fine, but then something else is trying to get in.  Why isn’t Seth freaking out about this?  Am I imagining it?  Hmm.  Don’t be a baby, it’s nothing.  Let’s count some sheep.  One, two, three…  Three people I forgot to email today, shucks….   ….   ….”

This goes on forever until I eventually pass out.  Where is the Cindy that used to put her head down and fall peacefully asleep?  I miss her.

*Gets into bed early to catch up on sleep*

BRAIN: Nice try, but have you thought about this… Oh and this. This too. And what about that?

— Snap: cindyalfino (@CindyAlfino) July 5, 2016

Currently…

Sorting out:  It’s party time in T-minus uh, *holds up hand and counts on fingers* THREE sleeps.  We’re excited.  But you know whose not excited?  My husband.  Because with party come crazy cake lady.  In case you’re wondering, that’s me.  Our conversation went a little something like this.  

“Hey Seth, can I interrupt you building that Lego table and show you the incredibly detailed picture I drew of what I want the cake to look like?”

*grunts*

“See look, so I was thinking I bake about 6 circle cakes and then about 23 others and then we whack it altogether to make it look roughly like this.  I’m not sure how we’ll get it all to stick together, but you know how to fix stuff like that, so it will be fine.  Then we need to make a ladder, like such, to put there, then well, we have to figure out how to make a cloud.  And people.  And more trees, but smaller trees, for scale.  All made of cake!  So what do you think?”

*How about you make one round of cake and then I’ll make a tree with dowel sticks and then we could hang marshmallows and stuff on it.  No one eats the cake anyway.*

STARES DAGGERS INTO THE HEART OF MY DEAR, DILUSIONAL HUSBAND

“The cake is the only thing I am set on making myself!”

*But we always end up staying up till 2 am getting it done and it’s such a lass*

MORE DAGGERS, but the kind of daggers that penetrate deep into your soul and make you reconsider your entire life.

*Uh, OK.  So we make the cake!…*

And that friends, is how it’s done.

Excited About:  Seeing the rest of the pictures from the shoot that we did this weekend.  

When Lauren from Lauren Pretorious Photography asked us to be models for her wedding shoot I obviously said yes.  She’s a great photographer and fun to work with so we jumped on in.  Of course being a wedding shoot, Seth and I had to pretend to be all in love and stuff, so it was hard work faking it like that.  Jokes, that dude is so ridiculous good looking it was easy to be all up in his face.

Anyway, there have been a few sneak peaks of the professional shots on Laurens FB page so go check them out and show some love.  The rest of the credits are (in case you’re looking): 

• Hair and Make-up: Ursula Ullrich- Makeup Artist & Hair Stylist
• Flowers: Lol’s flowers and decor
• Dress: Janita Toerien

Reading:  NOTHING!  This is a chronic problem.  I’m out of books.  This makes me sad.

Oh sorry guy in the car next to me, I’m not taking your picture, I’m trying to catch a Pokemon ?

— Snap: cindyalfino (@CindyAlfino) July 18, 2016

Embarrassing my kids: I’ve been thinking a lot about embarrassing my kids.  I don’t think we’re there yet, but I am really looking forward to it.  A bit sadistic of me?  Maybe, but I feel like it’s a parenting right that we have and it’s about time for me to cash in on it.

Look out for me because I will be the one shouting, “Bye, I love you snooky-munchkin-bum” when I drop them at school, or because I don’t drop and go at parties yet, I’ll be the one lurking at every party – playing laser tag when they’re 10 or giggling with the 13 year olds or dancing the Mom dance at the 16 year old garage party.

Well maybe not, but it’s going to be great. At what age do parents start getting embarrassing?