The Evolution of Cakes

When Jack turned one, I must have felt like I had oodles of spare time. Time to lolly gag on the couch eating bon bons. My remedy for all this free time?

Make an elaborate birthday cake involving Elmo (*shakes head disgustedly at self*). And I did. It was, well, remember, I am an accountant... I live IN the box....



At 12 months of age Jack loved Elmo, it was in fact one of his first words, or something more along the lines of Elny but we knew what he meant, that totally counts as a word.

By age 2, the Elny had become Elmo and he still loved him. I went a little bit out of that box and made an even better Elmo cake. For an accountant with a lot of free time, not bad eh?



Well look what I started. All fine and dandy until his third birthday came along and I was 20 days away from giving birth to Kamden. The cake? Not made by me. Nope, made by local bakery and had a picture of a barn on it. As in a scanned picture from the internet. He liked it, that's all that matters, right?

Age 4. Jack is well into the farm equipment and together, he and I decided on a tractor. Yes, by now it's a tradition. See what I get myself into?



To date, this one is definitely the best. Now remember, 20 days later is Kamden's first birthday. I may be crazy but I am not stupid. Kamden's cake was nothing to get excited about. In fact, I have no picture of it at all. To the best of my recollection, I made ice cream cone cupcakes and I also remember them being kind of icky. For the grown ups I made an ice cream cake and decorated it with some balloons, nothing special.

Then next year, Jack turned five and Kamden turned two. Jack asked for a cake exactly like I made for Kamden the previous year. That's right, balloons, that's all he wanted. I am positive he's holding that for future use against me. I know I would!

This meant I had some free time (HA!) to be more creative with Kamden's cake.



No, it wouldn't win any awards but he was two, it looked like Nemo, kind of, if you squint with one eye and close the other. It's all good.

The following year, Jack turns six and enters the era of Cars and Lightening McQueen. We stil haven't left that era, apparently it's a long one.

And Kamden's cake? Yeah, it was bad. SO BAD that I won't even post a picture of it. It was bad enough that friends and family had to burn their retinas on it, I won't subject you to it too. Also, I didn't take a picture of it.

It involved Dora figurines, that's all I'll say. But look at Lightening and Mater, they are awesome.



Okay so, not my best work. You know those Wilton cake pans? A really good idea. Jack liked them though, at least he told me he did. By this age though he likely knew the fine art of not hurting Mommy's feelings.

Here we are, 2008 and Jack turned seven (SEVEN!). He's into football and wanted a football cake. Dude, like, make it easy for your Mommy or what?



Galloping by on a horse, totally looks like a football. Don't you dare slow down though.

Kamden, as you may remember, wants to be Buzz Lightyear when he grows up. I wanted to do a Buzz cake. But Wilton? You let me down. There was no Buzz cake pan in any store here or on-line anywhere. Up until the morning of his party I had no concrete plans for his cake. I was about to free hand Buzz on a pan cake until the doorbell rang. It was my dear friend Candace with her son's Buzz figurines.

I was saved by her and my hubby who found an illustration on-line depicting a moon with Buzz and Zurg, the evil villain, facing off.



Whew. I dodged another bullet. Stay tuned for the next installment of Kami's Kake Kapades: What will she butcher next?