Low and behold I did not have enough ice cream. I quickly cleaned out the ice cream freezer barrel (after my son scooped out as much leftover ice cream as possible) so that I could get it back into the freezer. Six hours later I took it out and started freezing the rest of the ice cream base. After forty five minutes the ice cream was not freezing to my utter dismay. I racked my brain for a possible solution. Clearly the barrel was not thoroughly frozen. My first thought was that I would have to wake up at four in the morning so that I can get my son’s birthday cake done in time for his breakfast birthday celebration (daddy had to work a long twelve hour shift and would not be home until well past bedtime). Then in a moment of pure brilliance I realized that my sister had an ice cream maker and that her barrel had been in the freezer for weeks. I gave her a call and in less than twenty minutes I was making the rest of the ice cream using my sister’s ice cream maker. I finished the ice cream cake at ten thirty in the evening. As we were heading upstairs to go to bed, I realized that I had not wrapped my son’s birthday presents. So we went back downstairs and I took another twenty minutes trying to discretely wrap my son’s birthday presents. Finally, with my fingers crossed that nothing else would happen between now and the morning, we went to bed completely exhausted from our ice cream cake making and birthday preparing adventures.
The next morning, I snuck downstairs to make a birthday breakfast for my son’s third birthday. Since ice cream cake was on the menu, I made sure that part one of breakfast was really nutritious: eggs and sprouted whole grain toast. After a few minutes of pulling breakfast together in the kitchen, I heard the sounds of the rest of my family waking up and coming downstairs. I greeted my son with a birthday hug and set a plate of eggs and toast in front of him. Once we had all consumed the healthy part of breakfast, we broke out the camera, candles, presents, and ice cream cake. We sang happy birthday and the birthday boy sang too. While, I cut the cake, presents were opened and played with … very briefly. Needless to say he loved his ice cream cake!