She wanted princesses and sprinkles. She was adamant about that. And so, with sparkly confetti, princess-colored pink and purple decorations and crepe paper, I went to work, using her many Princess toys to form her centerpieces.
We kept her upstairs until the big “reveal” at dinner – her favorite – barbecue chicken.
We had a bit of trouble with the natural food coloring for her cake (only finding that orange, yellow, and green were still “good” – a funny story saved for another post another time). Couple the food coloring snafu with the whipped cream droopy frosting, you have, yet again, another caketastrophe or #dessertfail. (Why does it always have to happen on her birthday?)
It continually amazes me how they don’t see the troubled, droopy icing, or notice the spring-like colors. She sees decorative flowery icing and sprinkles, just like she wanted.
Happy seventh birthday to my sweet baby peanut, Baby Sis.
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