Friday was Truman's birthday but Justin was gone on a fly fishing trip, so Truman had to wait until Justin got home on Saturday night to get his cake and presents. Something tells me he didn't really mind.
He was so fun to watch and actually caught on to the present unwrapping pretty fast.
I think he was more excited for a big box to climb on than to actually play with his lawn mower.
When Clay was little, our neighbor girl had a little bubble lawn mower and he would sneak over to their house every day and steal it. He's pretty smart because my parents finally bought him his own so he'd leave hers alone.
I was trying to find a good idea for a cake and came across this little monkey one. I always call Truman "my little monkey", so this was perfect. Oh, and don't mind the creepy face. I couldn't find the black licorice ropes I needed and the only thing I could find in my cupboards were sliced almonds. I know it looks a little scary but it tasted delicious. And guess what kind of cake is inside? You bet ya, banana!! Mmm, yum!




