I may have to change the name of my blog to Two Boys, Baby Girl and Cake.
This is the cake I made for the Big Guy when he turned two (I changed his name in Photoshop in case you were thinking I really had some skill or that was his real name). He was still an only child even though I was pregnant. I thought a homemade cake by your Mom was so meaningful and special. I have since learned they really like the store-bought cakes with cheesy toys on top.
Poor Little Guy - his first birthday was interrupted by a funeral. He still got a nice cake that was homemade by someone other than Mom (so it doesn't count). When he was two I slapped together another bear cake that we had to eat fast before he fell over to his death (the bear not the boy). Whew, at least he can't ever say I didn't make him one. Now I will be obligated to make one for Baby Girl but I think I can wait until she is at least three and perhaps she will be old enough to even be impressed? Oh never mind. What three year old has ever appreciative of anything? Also, now that I have a girl I can make one of those birthday cakes that is the dress for the Barbie doll. Cool.
Big Guy will be eight next year and my head is already spinning thinking about the "8" cake my Mom made me (two circle cakes put together side by side with the centers cut out so it looks like an 8). If I am not mistaken, there was a Snoopy on a skateboard in the middle.
I know I don't want to make another Darth Vader Cake.
And before I go, I want to make sure you have access to adequate sweets for your upcoming election party:
If you need a reason to buy some Little Debbies, you can pretend you are going to make these spiders by Not Martha for Halloween: