This is something I should have posted forty-three days ago. I let everything else (and a little illness) get ahead of showing you pictures of the beautiful birthday cake Shelby made for her and Max's birthday in January.
Lateness is a pet peeve of mine. I'm late occassionally, but I try to be on time. But I messed up here. Apologies to my two lovies - and I must say, what a beautiful cake you made, Shelby.
I'm going to show you the inside first, 'cause it is my favorite part.
Yep, she's talented. Trust me, they taste as good as they look. Homemade buttercream icing, yum.
We needed a rainbow cake that night. Mom planned our second annual scavenger hunt (check out last year's here) and it rained all evening. We don't actually hunt things, she gives us a list of places we must go and things we must do and we bring back a photo of us doing it. Even though it was wet and cold, she didn't let us off the hook, we had to scavenge anyway.
They are not really eighteen and three. This is a dream and tomorrow I will wake with babes in my arms.
Or so I would like to think . . .