You know I really thought Nory would be ALL ABOUT this special moment. I thought she'd be thrilled about the encouraged mess (how often does THAT happen?!) and have a joyful response to her first taste of icing. I wasn't even sure the cake required the extra appeal added by my hand-made, glittery heart toppers. Isn't an all-access pass to something usually forbidden appealing enough?! Well...........we thought so. Until the photo-shoot came along.
Nory's response to the cake smash was not the overly-excited one we had hoped for. Thank goodness I didn't spend hours making a low-sugar, super-baby-friendly cake as I had initially planned on doing. She could have cared LESS about the cake and was appalled that we were asking her to "smash" it.
Make a mess?! Get sticky hands?! Sit in one place?! You've got to be kidding me! All of these thoughts were NO DOUBT running through her mind as we attempted to keep her in the general cake area and tried many times to place her feet, hands, WHATEVER in the cake itself. She is DEFINITELY her Daddy's daughter. DEFINITELY.
A big thank you to Emily for doing her darnedest to capture SOMETHING that resembles the new cake smash fad. Alas, I CONFESS, the cake would have been in PRISTINE condition if there hadn't been three intervening adults around..............
Let's be honest here, people. Do you know ANY babies that LEGITIMATELY smashed their own first birthday cakes? Because my mind is boggled and I just don't get it. I know our darling is one-of-a-kind (everyone's is!).......but THIS one-of-a-kind seems a little rare, no? Who doesn't LOVE a piece of cake?! A WHOLE CAKE at that?! It makes zero sense to me!
Cake. It's calling my name something fierce on this it's-only-Monday-evening. Lucky for me, we have chocolate cake leftovers in the fridge!!!!!!