I’m too tired to write.
Why? Because I decorated a cake today.
And then ate too much of it.
Our Bear turned three today, and BOY is he three. You know. A threenager. He’s adorable, hilarious, fun, funny and EXHAUSTING.
He requested a Thomas-themed birthday with a “Thomas cake.” Luckily, what a “Thomas cake” actually was was up to me.
I wanted my cake to look like this beaut’ from Living Well Mom:
What I got was this:
Two things are evident here:
- My phone is old and the camera is crap;
- My cake decorating skills are not as good as Living Well Mom’s.
Here’s another view for good measure:
“It’s Thomas!” he shouted as I approached with the cake. He was delighted.
But then he realized that the Thomas on the cake was actually his toy mini Thomas (thoroughly washed before being placed on the cake). And he was none too pleased about that.
Here he is, removing Thomas from the cake:
The cake was delicious. The buttercream frosting was particularly tasty.
(It helped that the cake was the devil’s food cake box from Betty Crocker. Hey, my time and effort went into the decorating, NOT the baking.)
Happy birthday to our little man. Here’s to another waltz around the sun with you.