And a pic of Samara having her cake and eating it, too.
And, FYI, for those of you who weren't sure (i.e., my Mom), the pile of pink stuff in the middle of the cake that wasn't (below), is the balled up, useless pink fondant. I smashed the cakes together with the bubblegum tasting and texture-ing gunk and plunked a candle on the top only for the purposes of that picture. And, honestly, the cake failing so miserably was almost as good as if it would have gone perfectly.
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I love us! What with your cake-making endeavours and my attempts to be fabulous :-) this entry had me giggling and wanting some cake!
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Seriously laughing over here. Doesn't motherhood bring even more funny experiences? Just wait till potty training begins! :)
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