I have cake issues.
My mother used to be a professional cake decorator. We had awesome birthday cakes growing up. She tried to teach me a few times, but the truth of the matter is that a) I was a complete brat that would not let my mother teach me anything, and b) I am severely lacking in the cake-decorating-talent department.
When Bubs turned two, I stood in the cake mix aisle at WalMart and cried because I knew his cake would be so horrible. Somehow being a good mother boiled down to providing my child with an awesome cake.
(Thankfully I got over that silly idea. Now I know that being a good mother boils down to embarrassing your kids as much as possible in a 24-hour period.)
I was totally kidding.
But, she’s so awesome.
Seriously. Isn’t that an awesome birthday cake? My mom rocks.
The rest of this post is pictures of fairly typical birthday cake covered baby, so if you get grossed out by gooey tots you might want to close your eyes, scroll to the bottom, and just leave a comment telling my mom how cool she is.
Before the mess.
That’s a glob of pure frosting right there.
When we added the ice cream is when she really got messy.
This is the face of a gorged baby. Ha!
Tomorrow or possibly Tuesday or possibly sometime in September I shall post pictures of her opening gifts.
Thanks again for the wonderful birthday celebration, Mom and Dad. You two are the best. ❤