My oldest grandson is now the age of perfection: he is four years old. I always have considered four a “perfect” age. Four year old children are wise, imaginative, innocent, and hilarious. They have moved from gesticulating to articulating.
It is difficult to believe the newborn we held in our arms just four short years ago is this young man posing with his Sponge Bob™ slippers for his grandmother’s camera. But there you go: time flies by and what was today is very soon yesterday, and just a memory or a photograph in an album.
Zephan’s mom made him a very special birthday cake. He wanted a Thomas the Train™ cake and she did not want to spend the money to purchase a licensed design from a grocery chain.
My daughter will probably die when she realizes I got a photo of the inside of her refrigerator, but Zephan was so excited… Blame it on the little boy!
Check out the “steam” coming from the smoke stack. That was Sam’s addition to the cake.
Arwen designed the cake herself. She looked at photos of other cakes and decided she could make one. It wasn’t as easy as it looked, and she thinks other artists used fondant where she used frosting, but hers held together and was a big hit, especially with the little boys at Zephan’s birthday celebration.
Arwen’s mother was really impressed.
Arwen still remembers this cake from her third birthday. As we were admiring her Train cake, she even asked if I made her My Little Pony™ cake.
Um. NO. I paid for that baby. The icing on the deal was that Arwen got to keep the Pony™.
I did make a theme birthday cake. Once. It was supposed to be a chocolate layer cake with candles and an American flag and some little green Army men. But the top layer kept sliding off.
In the end, I stuck the tank against the side to keep the dang thing from sliding anymore. It had a sort of “Battle of Iwo Jima” look to it. Fortunately, Levi was two and he didn’t care that the tank was holding the cake up.
He just wanted to lick the frosting off of the feet of the little green Army men.
Zephan is a very blessed little boy with a mommy who can bake special cakes.
I don’t know where Arwen got her talent. It wasn’t from me.
Levi grew up to be a little green Army man.
(Just for fun, you can browse other cake wrecks – those of the professional category – at Cake Wrecks.)
Jaci, I always enjoy your insight and spirituality. I love reading your blog! I’ve given you the Liebster award on my blog. No pressure to link up….just wanted to send some traffic your way. Have a great week!!!
More twinship here! My kids used to beg me not to bake cakes for them. I really didn’t understand it. They were just like my mother’s filled with gobs of little “booby prizes” (toothpicks) that held them together. We all thought it was great fun to see who would be the first to find one of the booby prizes, but then we didn’t have access to Grandma Whitson cakes either!
My kids would beg me to NOT sing, Sue… 😉