Day Seventy-Two

Uh, this kid has a birthday in ... 24 hours.

SIX.

The Tiny Human is turning 6 years old. HOW DID THAT HAPPEN? And HOW AM I GOING TO BE READY IN TIME?

This thing where we build a playhouse instead of hosting a party is working out so far, but there's still a ton to do. Walls and a roof, specifically. Hopefully that works out tomorrow, though I haven't actually figured out the roof thing. I have parts of a roof, but how they come together is ... a mystery.

We'll see what happens.

I also have an insane cake to make. Miss Mila has requested lemon with lemon filling, which I'm pretty stoked about, but she also requested a very particular shape that I'm not entirely sure I can pull off. I say that every year about every cake I make, so feel free to roll your eyes. We all know that I will somehow pull it off and even if I don't, Mila will be happy. Because she's Mila.

And balloons. There are an insane quantity of balloons that still need to be blown up. That part has to happen covertly throughout the day, which should be interesting since Mila spends her every minute following me around.

ANYWAY. There's a lot to do and not much time to do it, so off I go. Wish me luck!