The party is around the corner - the 'small family party' that now seems to be thirty some odd people witnessing my dusty floors and sampling my questionable baking - and most importantly - chiming in on a big "Happy Birthday to William!!" when it comes time to sing and eat cake. I finished putting his birthday-circle picture-board together for school last night (it's a 2x3 ft piece of foam-core with 16 4x6 inche pictures of William and family from the day he was born until now). It's propped up on top of the book shelf and this morning he took notice to it right away. "What' that!?!" with squeaky excitement. "It's your picture board for your Birthday Circle on Monday." As I was holding him up to see and he was pointing out all of the baby Williams and Grandpa and Medzmama, he had the sweetest glowingest smile, like he knows that something special is in store for him. But before he gets to bask in peer adoration at his school celebration, we have this 'small family party' the day after tomorrow. I was baking pound cake (Elvis Presley's Favorite Pound Cake) at 11:00 last night, and when the three cakes were finally cool enough I stacked them up on the cake stand to see about how it would look - and was a little dissapointed. Would it be crazy to bake three more and have a 6 layer birthday cake? Would the whole thing collapse under it's own weight? Thankfully, William didn't notice the plastic wrapped cakes sitting idle onthe counter, but he did try to con me into believing that Daddy told him it was o.k. to eat strawberry Pocky for breakfast.