Oh, It's A Pig Cake Throwdown.

My little fellow turns 10 tomorrow.  Double digits.  Colin's first day on Earth began in exactly the same manner as he now greets every day: with vim and vigor, excited where the day will take him, and in a hurry.  The doctor missed the birth because it took her too long to get from the parking garage.  Seven minutes too long.  I asked the young nurse at the bottom of the bed what her name was.  She replied: "Heather."  I said, "Heather, you're catching this baby."  I saw her looking at the empty doorway, praying the doctor would appear.  "Um...okay...."  Two pushes and two minutes later, Colin came into the world.

Colin's nickname, to all who love him, is: Conna-do, because when he was little, he wanted to do everything himself. "No, Mommy, you NO do it.  CONNA do it!"  So when Conna-do turns double digits, you sorta have to make it a sassy special day, which means a couple of best buddies, Six Flags Great Adventure, and a Minecraft Pig Cake. (Throwdown challenge from Conna-do: C'mon, Mom, I KNOW you can make it!!)

One very dirty apron, a sink full of dirty knives in all the wrong sizes, and my very pores smelling of sugary frosting (and by that time, not in a good way...)  Voila!  A Minecraft Pig Cake and the satisfaction of hearing a table full of cute boys saying: "WOW..."