I’m not a party person. Planning, organizing, purchasing, setting up, breaking down, inviting other people’s children, entertaining said demon children. <— I’d rather swallow acid.
I barely have enough patience for my own children.
The one special thing I do for our children is make their birthday cakes; by hand. Whatever they want. I have made Cinderella, frogs, lizards, Santa, elves, dirt cake, cars, transformer auto-bots symbol, Dora, mermaid, flowers, Batman, etc.
Rules are: majority has to be edible. And no Fondant.
These cakes are *NOT* professional and usually looked like something I have “nailed” from my Pinterest boards. But they are special and they are our traditions.
Tomorrow we are celebrating The Baby’s birthday. He would like a “pyramid cake — with a BeyBlade on top”. WTF?! Last year it was a “Castle — with a catapult”. What is with the architecture and the “add-ons”.
Right now his cake is “built” and in the freezer — waiting to be frosted. It looks like leaning ancient ruins. I’m sure it will look like a mudslide by the time I’m done.
Crumbs and uneven frosting = sand storm erosion.
Dusted off a BeyBlade from the play room for the win!
clearly unbalanced 