Muffin Eats a Cupcake

For an unknown reason, one of Weston's most enduring nicknames thus far is Muffin. This started back when he was a teeny tiny infant. One really tired day (aren't all days tired days for new moms?), I called him Snugglemuffin. Tom laughed out loud and thought I was ridiculous. Even I thought it was over-the-top cheesy. But somehow, for some reason, the name stuck around. We've since dropped the snuggle and stuck with muffin. I just hope this nickname doesn't follow him into his school years. Can someone hold me to that? I'm sure Weston will thank you down the road if I don't call him Muffin at his little league game.... or his prom..... or (gulp) his wedding :)

The cool weather we experienced earlier this week put me in a major baking mood so I decided to whip up some chocolate cupcakes. Weston hasn't had a cupcake since his first birthday party so I decided to set him up with his very own cupcake. In fact, I gave him TWO cupcakes. I figured (judging by the mess on his face and his high chair) he probably ended up getting only one cupcake into his little body anyway!

He certainly enjoyed his cupcake(s). He laughed and squealed as he shoveled fistful after fistful of delicious chocolate into his mouth. He certainly made a mess out of the ordeal! It took me longer to clean him up after the cupcakes than it took me to mix, bake, and frost the darn things.

Here's to Weston, my little Muffin!