diaper cakes and stories.
I have to admit that I really like making things for others.
Especially when it comes to people I care about.
And my lovely friends Lindsay and Collin are having a baby, so…
I got in my car and headed to Michael’s one day. And since I am confessing here, I might as well also admit that I love that place. Just walking down the ribbon aisle was thrilling. Ooh, and picking out the paint brushes–and the colors of paint to use. It was as good as the peanut butter smoothie I had tonight, and that’s saying something.
But all this to say, I had decided I was gonna make my friends a cake. But not what you would call a delicious cake, per se–a diaper cake. Although, it turned out to require so very many rubber bands that I should maybe just refer to it as a rubber band cake–along with a few other festive articles and oh yeah, some diapers, too.
But anyway, my mom helped me construct the actual thing–and she crafted the bow on top. My sister tried to tape one letter onto the cake, but unfortunately had gotten stuck with the cheap tape, so it didn’t stick. Literally. But she gets an A for effort, anyway. And I get a major fail since I was the one who handed her the sub parr tape to begin with.
But here are the pictures. And in case you are not a fan of rubber band cake pictures, I will also entertain you with a short story between images.
Tonight I was doing the usual. Scaling this barricade that my parents’ have constructed on the porch in order to keep our behemoth dogs from escaping. Only, it kind of keeps people from escaping too. Or getting in, for that matter.
But I am pretty good at getting over it by now. I’ve even done it while carrying a very heavy keyboard, so yeah, you could say I’m a veteran.
But even the veterans get hit sometimes, you know.
See, I had already hoisted one leg over the barricade and was working on getting the other over, too–all while carrying on a conversation with both my parents. Both because I said hello and they each thought I was talking to them. Only my pop was upstairs in his room and so was yelling to me through the window while my mom was over in the yard walking the dogs and so was yelling to me through the darkness.
Anyway.
My fatal flaw was the ladder that was leaning on its side, against the barricade. Because as I stepped one leg down, my foot got caught between the slats and it was too late to do anything about it because my other leg was already up in the air and so, yes, you guessed it, I fell down. All of my weight landed on both my knees with a glorious crash and I don’t remember how, but somehow my calf muscle was pulled in the process.
I was terribly annoyed at everything by that point. Even at my parents for yelling from their respective places, asking if I was okay. I didn’t say anything, I didn’t even scream.
Well, I think I did announce that the barricade was stupid.
Stupid being my expletive of choice most of the time. Believe me, I’ve called past decisions I’ve made and sacred ceremonies–one in particular that I’ve taken part in–stupid more than once.
But I got up and limped inside and immediately laid face down on the couch, just as grumpy as all get out, as my mom would say.
Both my parents came running–one from upstairs, and one from outside–and proceeded to make sure nothing was broken or bleeding.
Nothing was, but I do have some nasty bruises and well–that stupid pulled calf muscle.
And then I might even have upped the expletive to hate cause I think I told my pop I hate that ladder that rests against the barricade.
Ladders aren’t people so I can hate them. And I can certainly hate stupid ones, that’s for darn sure.
And then my mom got me ice and put it on my knees. She also got me advil and handed it to me so I could put it in my mouth. And then I finally started laughing because I fell so hard and called a couple of inanimate objects stupid.
As if there are many other barricades I know of that are smart and if only this had been one of them, perhaps I wouldn’t have fallen, then.
And now my legs are a bit worse for the wear and I suppose I will have to start being what others call careful when scaling that barricade.
Or perhaps someday my parents can get a ladder that isn’t so hateful and a barricade that isn’t so stupid.
And oh, I hope you enjoyed the pictures of the diaper rubber band cake.
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Wow that is a super duper wuper gorgeous diaper rubber band cake….Well, I didnt wanna say anything but I saw that ladder talking about your calf muscle the other day and how he was gonna get it, no matter what…that no good stupid talking ladder.
well that stupid, hateful ladder certainly followed through with his plan, so you gotta give him credit for that, i guess! And thanks for the super duper wuper compliment! It’s good to see your words here, Jeanok:-)
Oh dear, sorry about the fall, Jess, I hope your leg feels better soon. I was rather hesitant about going over that thing on Friday, I must day.
That diaper cake is really cool, I am sure Linds and Collin loved it! Did you paint all the letters and the stars?
I did paint all the letters and stars–I think that was the most fun part of it! Though putting it together was a fun project too–and that involved my mom, who’s a great assistant…:)
Of course, that should be “I must say”, not day…oh brother…missed that one!
CAKE!! Oh wait…
It’s still pretty, even though you can’t eat it.
That barricade is stupid. But to use smart adaptive technology on the barricade would probably be prohibitively expensive. It would be kind of cool, though, if the barricade could get taller as the dogs try to climb it, and shorter as people try to get over it.
Oh that would be wonderful if it did something like got smaller when people needed to cross it…and how bout if it did something like DIDN’T MAKE ME FALL TOO????
Well, that cake looks like so much fun, and I know it was, cause there’s nothing more fun than making something beautiful for people you love! I love the colors, and Senya’s letters, and the little sweet pea star. I know it will be cherished. My sister drew the twins a little picture of two peas in a pod for their shower invite, and now it’s one of my favorite things in their room.
And I am cracking up picturing you plopping down on your face on the sofa, just hating the heck out of that ladder. And I sympathize, I really do. Falling down is just plain infuriating.
Aw, two peas in a pod is just perfect for your girls! And thanks, Emily–all that means a lot coming from you!
And I couldn’t have said it better myself, cause yes, falling down IS just plain infuriating!!!
What’s really sad about your accident is I got a strong thought before you got home and fell over the barricade: Go take down the barricade before you take the dogs for a walk. In my laziness, I decided I’d do it after I took the dogs for a walk. So there you have it. I even got instructions and didn’t follow through.
So sorry, sweets!
oh that’s okay, mom–nothing is permanently damaged and it IS kinda a funny story–though I don’t ever want it to happen again, if that’s okay…and thanks for the ice!
1) So sorry you got hurt. That sucks.
2) I love your diaper cake!!! So, so cute. I love diaper cakes.
3) What’s that white around the diapers?
There’s a few white things around the diapers–two layers of tissue paper and then two layers of white satin ribbon.
I loved this diaper cake so much. It was such a thoughtful gift that was clearly crafted with so much love and care. Lindsay and I both thought that it was awesome.
Having never seen a diaper cake before, I didn’t know that the cake layers were anything other than thoughtful decoration. Even when I believed it was purely a center piece, I thought that it was so cool because of all of the creativity and thought that went into it. The hand crafted letters… the decorative ribbons… the painted ornaments… it was perfect.
THEN when I found out that it contained a gift (lots of gifts rather) for practical, everyday use, I just thought that was amazing!
THEN when we opened it and found that inside all of the other gifts, you had enclosed yet another thoughtful and personal gift, we couldn’t even believe it.
So very cool on so many levels. Thank you very, very much. All 3 of you.
I’m so glad you guys liked it–what made it so fun was that I got to make it for such amazing people–so thanks!!!:)
Also, I think it is funny that you love Michael’s, simply because one of your siblings (who shall remain nameless in this comment) has declared that they hate that store on the grounds that “it smells like old ladies and disappointment.”
HAHAHAHA
That is just so hilarious and terrible in so many ways.
Now I have NO IDEA who coulda said something like THAT, but I gotta say that I can understand why he (or she!) would say that…still it’s a place of endless crafty possibilities, despite the smell, I suppose!
Oh, and I hope you heal up from those bruises!
Thanks! They’re actually pretty cool looking today–I find bruises fascinating, so I don’t really mind them.
Jess..i LOVE the diaper cake!!!! beautiful!!!! and i am sorry about the bruises and hope they heal quickly!!
Thanks, Sarah! But more importantly, how bout you?? I hope you’re healing up and feeling okay…:)
I LOVE this present from the three of you. It is amazing. I am so impressed by the art, beauty, and thought that went into creating this. The letters are each so unique and intricate, and I can’t wait for them to decorate her bedroom. You are such a thoughtful and creative friend. Thanks for being a really special part of that day for us.
Like I have said before, I loved making it for you guys because of how special YOU are…and if you knew how fun I had doing it, then I should be the one thanking YOU–not the other way around:)