I wanted to do something with butterflies for Felicity’s cake and after searching the internet I came up with this. It seemed easy enough and I had the brilliant idea to do it ahead of time and have a very relaxing day preparing for her “party”.
Three days, three tries, and three trips to the store later, I decided that they were fairly simple to make. Easy? Not so much.
If I hadn’t been so frazzled trying to get dinner on the table while I was attempting decorative butterflies for the third and final time, I probably would have thought about writing her name on the cake or something. Alas, I’m as good at multi-tasking as I am at reading and following directions.
But, onto the party!
Right as we were taking this picture, Felicity tried to touch the flame. Which resulted in us shouting and her crying.
Four kids does make more relaxed parents. Let’s not pretend that’s always a good thing.
So she wasn’t terribly excited about sitting by herself after that.
She never did eat the cake.
But I did.
And it was good.