And it was pretty much too dark to take any good photos. Plus I was running around and putting out food instead of documenting important times in my child's life. Mother of the year! At least everybody had their fill of pigs-in-a-blanket.
My three-tiered cake idea was shot to hell after the first two layers. The top became Larkin's personal cake instead. Obviously a hasty decorating job. I don't think she cared, although she seemed rather confused by the hoopla. 'Why are you setting it on fire?!'
I do not know how professionals get their fondant so smooth on a round cake. The concept was so much cooler in my head - orange and pink banners around each layer - but it just looks sad and droopy.
I'm the Ass of Cakes!
Hopefully everyone had a good time, in any case. Larkin sure seemed to.