Me, the Cake Queen?

So after my very successful Fire Truck cake for Matthew's birthday party, it seems I have been dubbed the maker of cakes. Friends want me to make cakes for their kids parties, and I have this weekend taken on the very daunting task of making a cake for Maddie's 8th Birthday. Here's my little secret though- Wilton makes those cakes so darn easy to make- it really is almost foolproof. The cake pans come ready to go, and the directions tell you what colors, what tips, and even how much icing for each color you will need. They even come with practice lessons! So- the cake making become deceiving. Here in lies the problem. Maddie wants a cheer leading cake for her birthday- which is awesome. However, Wilton does not make a magical cheer cake that is easy with tips and directions and colors listed... So with google as my friend I have decided to attempt to MAKE MY OWN! If anyone remembers Matthew's dinosaur cake from last year that ended up looking like a deranged alligator- you will understand my fears. (His dinosaur cake was also a google find) However instead of going for a person- an actual cheerleader- I have decided to go the simpler route, and I am doing a megaphone and pom-poms! Wish me luck, and I will post pictures, who knows maybe this will turn into a fun little side-hobby for me :)

Daddy arrived home late Friday night, and after a busy Saturday of yard work, Sunday was spent relaxing at Tante's pool. It was really the first time that Kevin got to go swimming with Matthew, since he travelled so much last year, and in the end we had to pull Matthew out of the pool because he just wanted to keep swimming. Of course when we got to swim class this morning, he decided he had had enough yesterday and decided to be cranky and unhappy through the entire class.

I can not believe how much Matthew talks now, I know- he is two- he should be talking, but really it seems to have suddenly come upon us. Everyone sad "there will be a huge explosion of words" but I didn't think they were serious... every day it is a new word, and sometimes several new words, and he's even starting to put them together and form basic sentences. He forms his own ideas, and says what he wants, and now, instead of just saying NO, he will actually say "no touch" or "no truck". Man- is he growing up or what!