I made Peyton her very own little yellow cake. Not as elaborate as I had originally planned, but I excepted defeat early on the mini-bee cake and realized I just didn't have the correct supplies to pull if off.
Really, you should be proud of me. I don't usually take this route. Normally, I would forge on, stress out, cry, stress out everyone around me, and then realize there was no hope. So see, progress.
But actually, I really like the simply yellow cake. So sometimes it works out.
Now of course, the VERY first thing a one year old is going to do when you put a cake with a lit candle in front of her is try and grab the flame.
Luckily Papa was to the rescue!
However, after the collective gasp/scream from the spectators, Little Sister was feeling a little uneasy about the whole thing!
But she did warm up to it.
Big Sister helped with the candle.
(I think she likes it!)
I wish I was allowed to eat cake with such abandon! Oh well, I guess I had my chance almost 30 years ago. . .