Happy 2nd Birthday!

This post is way overdue! Audra turned two on March 9th and we celebrated with family and friends the following weekend. It was a great time and it was fun to see her get so into her gifts and her cake. Side story on the cake- I have come to know a wonderful cake maker- she makes the most amazing french vanilla cake! My mouth waters just thinking of it. Anyway- Audra loves horses, so Robin the cake lady- (that's what I call her, it's even in my cell phone under Robin the Cake Lady), made this adorable horse cake. I carefully drove the cake home,over bumpy hills and curvy roads, desperately making sure to not bump the cake. People were passing me right and left, giving glare after glare. I didn't care. I just gripped my steering wheel tighter and smiled sweeter. I was bound and determined to get the cake home without losing one frosting ribbon or nicking one edge of the cake. It was a glorious cake. It was mouthwatering. It was perfect. As I approach the lane to our house, I slowed down and turned into the drive way. Slowly, hand over hand I made the turn. I eased down the lane and backed up to the door. Turning off the car, I took a deep breath and opened the back door. Amazing! Not one dent, not one smudge! Picking up the cake, I proudly walked into the house and set the cake on the counter. I could hear Audra in the other room with Paul and our friends, talking and laughing. I ran back out to the car just to pick up the last few things from the backseat. I was balancing boxes and bags in hand when I heard it. A scream! The scream of someone who has just stumbled upon a broken vase or worse yet, a fallen cake! I sprinted into the house to see Danette with her daughter Anya in one arm and Audra in another. Pink frosting covered Audra's hands and mouth! Danette was dying laughing, while trying to hold Audra back and balance Anya at the same time. Need I mention that the men were no were to be found or help for that matter. I scrambled over to Audra, lifted her away from the cake and accessed the damage. Luckily my stories are always much more dramatic than real life and the cake survived with only a small portion of the frosting gone. I guess it was her birthday, she could do what she wanted. :) Enjoy the photos!