CUPCAKES!!

Do you really need me to write an entire blog post about how great cupcakes are? They are great. They are wonderful. And they don't need icing. I insisted on no icing on my cupcakes. So Mom said that was crazy, but okay. Here are a bunch of photos of me and the girl eating delicious chocolate cupcakes.

We had fun. And in case you don't believe that I liked them so much, here's a picture of me eating them on a completely different day.

Suns out, guns out. Ammiright? I got to help make these so the end result was satisfying for a hard days work. At one point, I may have jumped off a stool and grabbed Mommy's arm on the way down causing her to have a massive overflow on one of the cupcakes. She was not amused. But, she still let me eat all these great cupcakes. So we're still friends.

Mom said something about Martha being queen and I've never met the woman but she makes a mean cupcake. You can make your own here.

OF COURSE IT'S APPROVED!

Why can't it always be someone's birthday? - Oreo Cheesecake

So I learned this great thing this weekend. My Uncle J was in town and it was his birthday. And that meant he got to have cake! For his birthday!

Did you know cake wasn't just for MY birthday? It's a thing. People get cake on their birthday! People other than me! It's amazing.

So Mom and Aunt H got to making the cake. Uncle J's favorite is Cookies and Cream. I don't know where the cream when, but I loved helping to eat the cookie parts. Mom mashed them up in a container with a sharp twirly thing that I'm also not allowed to touch. Then she measured out a bunch of it and mixed it with butter (I got to press the microwave buttons to melt it!) and then she let me eat the left over cookie crumbs that didn't get mixed with butter! That was amazing even though she said my mouth looked like it "Saw Ron"? I don't know. She's funny.

I thought Mom took a picture of the finished product. She apparently did not. But when I was asked how big of a piece I wanted, I was pretty clear:

It had to be big.

The girl apparently really liked hers. Well she actually didn't get a piece, but ate a lot of Mom's. So that means Mom is cool with sharing her cake. I didn't know that, but I won't forget to ask again.

And well that's pretty much the best thing that happened this weekend. We ate cake. And I was so happy about it, I even hugged the girl. Make yourself happy too and click here for the recipe. (Don't go thinking Mom's looked like the one in this picture. It tasted amazing but no way it looked like that.)

Okay okay, I let her hug me.

Pete approved.