My sweet little baby is 3. Wooo-ie! It sure was fun celebrating that little love muffin who came from such a hard start of surgery and being diagnosed with a syndrome to this tough little cookie age of 3. This year she wanted a butterfly pool party...and we, being the quintessential doting parents, obliged. Of course I knew I just had to go for the butterfly cake...it would be so boring not to shoot for the moon on this one. So here is that story...the story of the butterfly cake and the cake zen that I found.
Did you know that cake making is one of the best forms of therapy? It brings me to a place of zen...seriously...like if someone is talking to me...I can't really hear them. For example, this weekend my brother and husband patiently waited as I iced my four layer butterfly masterpiece and as the babies continued to cry and the boys continued to ask how much longer my mind was elsewhere in the land of cake making peace unable to be shaken by the screams of babies and pleas of men wanting to play basketball. That my friends is what I call a strong place of zen. It is called cake zen and it is good. After witnessing my place of peace first hand my brother has suspicions that I was in my little corner of the kitchen icing the same spot over and over to stretch out my baby free zen time, but alas I have reminded him never to question the power of cake zen.
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