We birthday cake together!

My husband and I have a dirty secret. It is sticky. It's embarrassing and it is simply not the innocent pink ears. At night, when kids are in bed and the lights are dimmed ... We do birthday cakes together.

Our obsession started when our son developed an interest in fire trucks before their third birthday. It has always been a terrible sleeper and have exhausted all other methods to help her sleep, we turned to see the cake decorating show on Youtube. It worked every time, and allowed us to enjoy our nights out Meltdown or hysteria. It also triggered an intense desire for a cake engine fire in his little brain. Because we are a very limited income, we decided to give her a gift.

One night we met my three years of fine arts at the university, with seven years teaching graphic design and decided to create the mother of all fire engines. It was a great pleasure. We sat in our kitchen as you move parts of our bed and sometimes in a flux. We colored and rolled and ground until we were satisfied. Our son, Holden, was pleased, too, as was the toddler other greedy boys at his party. When the celebration ended, we had many compliments and a request for a cake Thomas Train my sister.

Something has changed, however, when we begin to train our cake for my nephew Thomas. We had based food coloring, cakes of bread and a veritable candy store serves, but for some reason, it was not so fun. We worked on the parties and was wrought with anxiety, when we tried to collect our engine ugly. It does not seem correct. The wheels were too big, the color was off and Thomas's face looked as if he had suffered a terrible burn. Unfortunately, all I could think of when we made the train cake Thomas was the boat to their house and how desperate my sister seemed to have it arrive in one piece. I'm amused to imagine dropping it on the path of birthday table or tripping and tightening in the Pacific Ocean to go. Page Morbid fantasies, this time, working late into the night was very tiring, and when we finished it was a relief.

What has changed? What had he done something that a lot of fun to be the first to be as boring a business? Make cake my son has been an intense labor of love. Not that my brother's baby is not close to my heart, but when you look at the face of your own child does the task seem easy. My husband and I have come to the conclusion that making these cakes must be our secret. We had to take the family as a sort of mob movie or start to worry when all the holidays approached. Of course, if someone asks an adult on the subject of cake, would probably make an exception!