Monday

I was asked to make a cake for a surprise party being thrown for Sonya from church. Knowing that I would desperately need a helper to dump all of the measured ingredients into the mixing bowl, I enlisted the help of this little neighbor child, Lucy Tate.

We aproned up and got to work.

















Before we got to the kitchen Lucy drew up our plans.

The boys joined us after the cake had cooled, and were the official tasters of all things sugary.

This is when the deadline was creeping up on us, and the wheels started to fall off a little. Deadlines make me cranky.








But we made it! It wasn't as beautiful as I'd have liked, but the mocha cream filling was fantastic. And just so you know, the message was determined by the cake's commissioner, and the ring pops are on there 'cause Sonya loves her bling.