Emmet is lying about his age already. Though he is trying to make himself older, unlike his mother who will now have to be 29 for a couple years. He keeps insisting he is "tree."
We had a frog themed party for him last Sunday. I baked the whole wheat butter cake from King Arthur's Whole grain baking book and frosted it to look like a frog pond. It looks very amateurish, and reading
Cake Wrecks made me have a running commentary of how the frogs could be interpreted to be green poo piles. But thank goodness, the Thanksgiving wrecks that are on there now are so awful mine looks down right adorable by comparison.
Most importantly the frogs were recognizable to the birthday boy and the candles were successfully blown out. Look at the concentration on his little face.
I painted a big green frog on a piece of butcher paper with long red tongue. Then I drew some bugs and had the kids color them, or draw their own and played pin the fly on the frog tongue. We also folded origami frogs. The kind that you can make jump. Both were a big hit, though I was afraid they would be a little lame.
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n and Silas strung crepe paper and blew up balloons for a generally festive atmosphere, and of course balloon bopping was a popular game.
We made a donation to the National Wildlife Federation, as they have an "Adopt a Frog" program. So all the kids brought spare change and slipped it into the jar to contribute to the adoption. I made a little knitted frog as a gift for Emmet from this
pattern. There is a tennis ball inside so it's a little bouncy. I think it turned out pretty well.
And now Emmet is two. And I am thirty. And Aunt Sonja is unmentionable old! :)
