Take Me To Your Leader

James turned 11 yesterday and once again we picked a party theme and ran with it. He came up with the idea back in January and planned most of the activities and decor. Of course, the cake was all me and for once, the execution was even better than I imagined. Usually the idea is there but I don't always pull it off, but this time, well, I was sad to cut this cake. Multiple cakes, actually, baked in bowls (you'll understand when you see them).

So here's the awesome documentation of the Aliens Are Coming birthday party.

Games included "human hunt" (a kind of progressive hide-and-seek/tag also known as infection involving many cans of silly string [thank heavens for the dollar store and good weather]), and pin-the-body-parts-on-the-alien (of course). Favors included home-made martians and home-made slime, space-ship tops, alien balloons and random candy.

But here is the grand finale.

A couple of crashed flying saucer cakes (we ate these first, being less heart-breaking to cut into)...

...and the Mother Ship in the act of abducting innocent humans (HO scale people from Gumpy's model trains suspended inside an overturned cylindrical vase with a tap light inside).

Here's the alien pilot...

...and the whole thing is hovering over a crop circle.

Bonus points for anyone who guesses what the circle's made of (here's a closer look before I tell)...

Did you guess yet?


It's Shredded Wheat. And I am completely, utterly, and ridiculously proud.

Oh yeah, and Happy Birthday, buddy.