My baby is three. It's such a cliche, BUT, the time has just gone by so fast. I don't seem to remember much from when she was a baby. I'm putting that down to crazy post baby hormones and a crazy two year old in the house. Crazy times.
I do remember that she didn't crawl, just pulled herself around on her bottom. She still does things her own way and will probably forever go against convention.
Her birthday last week called for two cakes (seems to be a thing around here). One with the family on her actual birthday and one for a party with a few friends.
The first was requested to be 'pink on the inside and pink on the outside'. Ok then, can do.
Outside...
inside.
I picked out the pink smarties from a packet and was aghast by the number of BROWN ones. Very few pink... had to mix in a few purple. The cake itself was again Donna's butter cake with enough drops of cochineal to get it that lovely pinkity pink.
The party with friends needed a cake from the BIRTHDAY CAKE BOOK. A book pored (pawed?) over by my two, a favorite read.
She chose.... out of the whole book... the one on the cover. The fairy mushroom house.
Well, you can see the resemblance.
The icing got a bit tricky to spread as I had the oven on baking Michelle's 1oo's and 1ooo's biscuits and the kitchen was HOT. I could stand the heat, so I stayed in the kitchen, that and it was nearing midnight and this cake had to be iced before I went to bed. I must say, it took hospital grade bleach to remove the yellow colouring from my fingers the next day before guests arrived. Goodness knows what it does to our insides.
So, my little golden haired girl is three.
No more babies in the house. I better get on ebay and rid the house of change tables, prams and baby bjorns.
I have a big girl now.
