cake – evilmoose

Somehow, it was time for another birthday.

During the Assiniboine hike, there had been a great deal of discussion regarding birthday plans. Largely what presents and cake he would like. Because those are good things to discuss if you’re attempting to distract a small person from how far they’re hiking.

And so there was a Woody cake. My first ever fondant effort. Making marshmallow fondant is actually pretty easy. It’s the applying it to the cake neatly part that is hard.

There was no singing of Happy Birthday (too loud and scary) and no blowing out of the candles (mama had to do it).

But there was certainly eating of the delicious cake (insides made by grandma, decorating courtesy of mama)

And now it’s all: “Next year I’ll be this many [holds up five fingers], and I’ll go to school!”. Yes, yes you will *gulp*.

We’re about to head off to Iceland for two weeks, so the first birthday celebrations came 13 days early… because otherwise we couldn’t have guaranteed that we’d be able to make a cake from the Australian Woman’s Weekly Birthday Cake book, and what sort of birthday would that have been?

The boy and his cake

And now for a flashback to 30 years prior to this cake, to another remarkably similar cake…

The girl and her cake

Anyway, the cake was enjoyed, even if it did initially cause a little confusion…

There was cheese and chocolate fondue as well, although he found that a lot less exciting than the CAKE.

The sugar rush afterwards was worn off with some intensive periods of crawling like an maniac, standing up and not quite walking (unless hanging onto something), trying to catch bubbles and chewing on things. Remarkably the whole thing was followed by a good nights sleep, and today he’s trying to overcome his fear of balloons (thanks to Brendan), and battling with the yellow shaped blocks which are supposed to fit into his new Tupperware shapes ball (thanks to Kristy and Joel).