I had such a hard time deciding what kind of cake to make Griffin for his birthday. The only thing he was saying was Power Rangers. After just doing the TMNT cake for Xander, I wasn't in the mood. Plus, he's only turning three, so I wanted to do something less middle-sized boy and something more little boy. I'm sure I'm going to do roomfuls of Power Rangers, Batman, Spiderman, and other various and assorted super heroes in the next few years and I wanted to do something fun for me. Selfish mommy. Anyway, I asked him what his favorite animal was and he said puppy, so I give you Bingo, The Cake. He took me about 10 hours to do, but since Griffin's party isn't until tomorrow, I'm feeling relaxed and happy he's done.
I had a lot of fun making him, not any stress at all, except the stress of keeping Griffin from stealing frosting, marshmallows and fondant, all of which disappeared into his hollow gut and from there into his bloodstream. Luckily, the damage was minimal: I had to write his greeting in fondant instead of frosting since it fell victim to his sneaky fingers, but the rest I was able to retrieve in time to save most of it. He also asked me about 100 times if he could have the leftover fondant yet (I always let them play with the leftovers). Yeah, that got old. I don't know how he has the patience and good humor to say it the 100th with the same energy and hopeful enthusiasm that he used the firs timet. Sometime that skill will come in handy for something other than driving his over-achieving mother nutso.