Birthday cakes are one of my favorite childhood memories. I will never forget my panda bear cake for my third birthday, or each of my well thought out Barbie doll cakes (I even had one for my 18th birthday). Actually, now that I think about it, I think it was my 20th birthday that my sister (Nancy) and I made a Princess Leia cake that was pretty awesome.
Long before Nathan's first birthday I knew what kind of cake he would have. In fact months before his whole birthday was pretty much planned. That's because the week we were moving back after graduation from BYU and before the start of lawschool, the Twins were in town and it happened to be Nathan's first birthday.
After the rough start to Nathan's life we knew that the celebration had to be big. A party at the Metrodome with Nathan's name on the scoreboard followed by a baseball cake seemed to best fit the occasion. It was not the most extavagant of cakes but with how much Jeff loved baseball, it was perfect. I used red licorice for the threads and made a baseball cake for just Nathan to destroy. Then I made a million (okay maybe not quite a million) baseball cupcakes for all the other party guests.
Little did I realize then that the baseball cake would signify the beginning of a fun cake traditon for a new generation. Before every birthday I found myself thinking and wondering about what the perfect cake would be for the child and the age they were turning. But then something changed. The kids started thinking for themselves, so now instead of thinking about what kind of cake I want to make them, I am getting requests. Some have been trickier than others, but I fear what the future brings. I am by no means a professional cake maker but I have had to get creative over the years. And their requests are getting more detailed and elaborate. But luckily for me, I have had sisters, and a sister-in-law, and moms help along the way.