What can I say about this small boy child? He delighteth in heavy machinery.
So when he turned 4 in late June, planning his birthday cake was a cinch.
I'm not sure I've ever had more fun decorating a cake! Everything came
together in the perfect creative storm. I think I stopped to ooh and
ahh more than I actually decorated.
My sister in law found a multi-pack of brand-spankin-new John Deere toys
at Tractor Supply. I cleaned up Jack's sheep's foot packer, and we
borrowed Grandma's excavator.
First, I outlined the number four using a straight edge. Then I laid the crushed Oreo road. The powdery sand is nothing more than smashed pretzels. Cocoa Puffs made small boulders. We couldn't find plastic traffic cones, so I whipped out a paring knife and a carrot. So much fun!
My real challenge involved my *ahem* pride. I wanted the cake to look perfect for our party guests, but sonny boy couldn't keep his hands off of it. Oreo crumbs were spilling onto the table and floor, the road grader was not remaining in its neat and tidy place, and my nerves were fraying. After a long moment, during which I realized that his little boy days are going fast, I decided it was OK to let the birthday kid play with his cake. After all, he probably won't still be fascinated by silly things like cake by the time he is 12. Better grab his heart while the grabbing is still easy!