A Tasty Tribute (And the Official End of My Pity Party)

This will be my last post dedicated to Beki's gut-wrenching departure for at least the next 72 hours. Because frankly, my gut could use the break.

But I had to show you the cupcakes I brought to their farewell barbecue on Friday. The cupcakes are --- gasp! --- store-bought (something I rarely EVER do, since I love to bake), but the decorations are homemade. I used PhotoShop to crop and print some pictures of our escapades together and mounted them on toothpicks, which I stuck into the cupcakes.


It made for a very tasty stroll down memory lane, as the following pictures will attest:


Here's Noah holding a picture of "Uncle Todd" holding him when he was just a few days old.


And here he is polishing off his little delicacy with expert skill:


For the record, I have no idea what they put in blue icing, and I don't want to. All I know is, you had better be prepared to sport a set of blue lips for at least half a day, leaving most of your party guests looking like they need to be resuscitated. Which, a for Pity Party, seems entirely appropriate (though mine has now officially concluded --- thank you for coming).