Eating Cake

My Darling daughter turned 7 last week. She's my baby and she is growing up. hmmmmmmm. A little happy, a little weepy, a lot emotional. And we haven't even started talking about me yet. She's definitely got "high maintenance" written all over her. Wonder where she gets that from????? Ahem...

So, ever since my oldest son's first birthday, every year, my husband Byron has made a special cake for each of our three childrens birthdays. I bake the cakes - and then he stays up to all hours of the night artistically applying the frosting and embellishments so that the kids wake up on their birthday excited to look at Dad's edible creation. Warning: black frosting stains skin and teeth for about three days. Don't try this at home kids. So, here is the "Baby Bratz Dolls" cake he made. ('cause it's all about Bratz dolls these days) Side note here - I have a hard time digesting the baby bratz. The dolls, that is. Certainly not the cake.