Tuesday, June 30, 2009

For Father's Day, Wife.Imp made me a cake

She spent over 3 hours (sometimes fending off the imps sometimes allowing them to help - girl.imp stabbed the cake just to make sure it was not going anywhere) decorating the cake.  She then took a short break as I gathered the materials and set them up for all to enjoy.


Then I proceeded to satisfy the imps' craving (therefore quieting the racket).  I only wish I started with the pictures...






4 comments:

Yo-yo Mama said...

I think it's a subliminal way of telling your family you want to move to Nebraska.

What? If you squint your eyes and step back across the room, it kind of looks like Nebraska.

Doesn't it?

dennis said...

DD: are you saying that you are a little lonely out there with all that empty space around??

Creative-Type Dad said...

Weird, it really does look like Nebraska.

Edie Mindell said...

Nice looking cake. :-) I'm sure it's yummy and delicious. Your kids are so cute when they goof around in the pictures.