For Gabriella’s birthday this year, Becky baked…
I frosted…
Gabriella designed and decorated…
And Penelope licked assisted.
I’m not old enough to have an eight year-old am I? I don’t feel so good. And I suddenly have the urge to dye my hair and buy a sports car. Something red.
(This is the cake you dream up, by the way, when your sugar intake is severely limited by mom and dad the rest of the year.)
“Something red.”
Hair or car?
Not hair!
Aw, you two beat me to it!
You feel old? My “baby” is 9! And please, NO red hair, or even auburn, or light brown, or anything other than the way it is now. Freaky indeed. Paint the van red. You’ll be OK.
Beth
those are awesome candles! and you should make your car and your hair match. that is what cool post-modern preachers do.
Great pics!
Not candles. Candy canes. Big blue candy canes.
BTW,
I’m sending Mary to your house on her birthday. My cakes are boring!
Beth