It was was daughter’s 8th birthday on Friday and now I’m preparing for my son’s tomorrow. Four days. That wasn’t smart planning.  I am far from a Martha homemaker, craft, cooking, entertaining, just not my jam. So I dread the double birthday panic each year. This year however, I have an excellent excuse to dial things back. Like right back! I’ve loved hearing how families have been getting created with their kid’s birthdays over the past couple of months. Drive-by birthday wishes, zoom parties, pinata’s for one. The way that everyone has been able to make their little one’s day special in isolation has been so beautiful. Now we’re starting to come out of restrictions and I know the kids are itching for a party! So they’re having three friends in the park with a cake, and individual snack bags. Boom. And we’re done. BUT, there’s still that dreaded C word. No not that one. Cake. The mere thought makes me break out in a cold sweat. So this year I got smart. I got myself a cake coach. Sort of.