We threw a birthday party* for my daughter and 5 days before it, I emailed my husband a youtube video of a castle cake with the subject: I WANT TO MAKE THIS CAKE FOR N
Wednesday Night
Scott never responded to my awesome cake idea and how-to video so at dinner I casually ask: Did you get the youtube video?
Scott: Of the cake?
Me: Yes, I really think I can make it for N.
Scott: I really think you should buy a cake.
Me: We can do it as our Saturday night date!
Scott: Things are stressful as it is without trying to bake a cake the night before the party.
Me: I knew you would say that, but what you don’t understand is I REALLY WANT TO MAKE N’S CAKE AND I REALLY NEED YOU TO BE ON BOARD WITH ME MAKING IT.
I begin to nod and smile like I just ingested a small animal as a snack.
Scott begins to nod and sighs: Okay, you’re making N’s cake.
Thursday Night
I write-up the ingredients list and our timeline for Saturday. Scott mostly ignores me.
Friday Night
I begin puking and pooping my brains out. Scott wishes he could ignore me.
Saturday Morning (24 hours before the party)
I leave the bathroom for the first time, but I cannot do any task for more than 15 minutes without needing to lay down. And by “task,” I mean “getting a glass of water” and “picking up 3 legos” because that takes me 15 minutes to accomplish.
Scott looks at me laying on the couch in 2 different socks, a backwards shirt and sweatpants and says: We can’t give our guests a stomach virus as a party favor.
Me: I know.
Scott: So I’m making the cake I didn’t want to make.
Me: I’ll cheer for you!
If cheering means sleeping, I totally did that. And four hours after I go to bed, Scott finishes the cake.
Sunday (PARTY DAY)
We unveil this:
TADA! And it won't make you puke!
Scott made a great cake although it pains me almost as much as the stomach virus did to give him all the credit. Maybe not as much as it pained him to have to make the birthday cake all by himself.
*The birthday party was quite small because my daughter is quite small and introverted so try to only be offended for a little bit that you weren’t invited.
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Reeeeally impressive! Sorry you didn’t get to take the glory in the cake making though. Darned cooties. Will there be a Father’s Day cake? I”d love to see you make an edible bust of his likeness.
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shut up. Scott is awesome.
Cort is pretty awesome too, but I have a feeling he would have gone out and picked up a princess cake at the store.
J would have totally bought a cake at the store. That’s one of the things he just won’t make. Granted, we don’t have to worry about princesses or castles around here, but still.
That, or he would have made birthday pie. He really prefers pie.
And the Father-of-the-Year award goes to………SCOTT IWASHYNA!!!
*MAD CRAZY APPLAUSE*
I’m impressed! And for the next family birthday that rolls around, you just have to find an even more elaborate cake and outdo him
He did a great job. Mark always offers to help but only when I’m halfway through and he has no idea how much work it is actually taking me to decorate it. I never let him.
What a story! Hope you are feeling better, and what a great hubby to make that cake for you
Holy Canoli your man has some cake decorating talent!!! Can’t wait to see what you make next year. You two should have a cake-off. I’ll happily judge!
You are so generous and good-hearted to offer. Heh.
this made me flash back to last year’s party for my daughter. I too saw an amazing castle cake and thought…”I can make this” Husband thought I was insane. Artist husband then decides that there is no way I can make this work. Insert artist husband up until 1 a.m. the night before the party molding and sculpting a Rapunzle tower. He decided that the castle was just too boring. This year I just made him sculpt elephants to go on top of the cake. Hope you are feeling better, I feel you pain as I just recovered from food poisioning from my daughter’s own party. Decided that leftover Chick Fil A sauce 5 hours left out not too good of an idea.
I love it! I hope you are feeling much better.
I agree with Abby
… father of the year … well, and husband of the year?!?! 
The man’s got skills. You should keep him.