As I mentioned earlier, my youngest daughter turned 3 last month.
This is where I’d like to talk about how beautiful she is – because she really is gorgeous.
(She also refuses to look at the camera for pictures)
I’d like to tell you how smart she is, what a quick sense of humor she’s got, how she posesses a God-given ability to entertain herself quietly for hours. I’d like to tell you how bittersweet it is to watch her grow up, knowing that she is my last baby.
But since I just said a blog shouldn’t be all about ‘me’, I can’t.
So instead I’ll tell you about her Handy Manny Birthday Cake.
The kid is head over heels for Manny these days. I have my concerns, but whatever.
She got the Handy Manny Talkin’ Toolbox for Christmas, so a toolbox cake seemed appropriate. It also seemed easy, since I could just steal borrow the plastic tools from her set.
My mom was kind enough to bake the cake and fashion the handle for me – my only task was frosting it. You’d think I’d be able to handle that, but actually not so much. Cake decorating is so not my thing. Pardon the rough splotches.
The design on the front was meant to make it look like her toy toolbox. My dad printed the image off and laminated it and then I just stuck it in the frosting.
(You might notice here that I said ‘my mom’ and ‘my dad’ and not ‘my husband’. That’s because he did nothing.)
Lilly was a happy camper.
And a good day was had by all. Even by Mommy, who cried a little when she tucked a 3-year-old baby into bed that night. Bittersweet, I tell you.