Ok, I would probably rather have the baby again than make him a birthday cake. I think the particularly saddest part of all of this is that I worked in a BAKERY for like 3 years in collge. I made and FROSTED cakes for a LIVING (which is perhaps why I finshed my job there only making like $5.05 an hour). Anyway, this is the birthday cake from last year and I am completely embarassed about it. It was cracked, the frosting wasn’t as blue as i would have preferred and I am the complete loser that bought those nasty Spiderman acessories. Sigh. So, I just pulled the cake out of the oven for this year. Conner chose a rich funfetti cake, for which he should be the envy of the block… However, they’re only like 1/2 in high and both have this psycho air bubble in them. I guess they’re 9 inch cake pans, and I am used to 8 in cake pans… but STILL. Oh well. That would be it, on the right… Have you seen anything so pitiful. My mom can’t even believe I sprung from her loins. OH well… it’s just cake, and it I can make a decent fronsting, it’ll all turn-out right… right?