Samuel wanted a baseball cake. So I decided I could do that, no problem. I purchased the necessary items and got started. Now many years ago, pre-children, pre-marriage, well, pre-everything adult about life, I took a cake decorating class--I was ten years old. A little Betty Crocker I was. Now, I can find my way around a kitchen, and I can do a little in the cake department, but I a professional, I am not. So I am going to post a pic of my cake. No laughing allowed. Please be kind in the comments. I am ashamed to say this is the first cake I have done any decorating to in about eight years. Rusty doesn't adequately describe my cake decorating skills.
This is what my boy was doing prior to his party. No cranky birthday boy around here.
I'll be back later with a post of pics and presents. Daniel is demanding breakfast, loudly.