Isabella turned the big 11 yesterday. We started the day by having delicious cardboard pizza with a creepy looking mouse at Chuck-e-Cheese. I also paid $25 for tickets that earned us three tiny plastic toys.
Since I made little Catherine a fire truck cake back in August, Isabella must have thought I knew what I was doing, so she requested a butterfly cake. How hard could it be? I even watched a video (at least 10 times) of how to make a butterfly cake. The woman in the video made it look so easy. But once I started cutting the cake up, it became painfully obvious that my cake did not resemble any type of winged insect.
Isabella was very kind. "Part of it kind of looks like a wing, Mom." she told me.
Luckily, you can always fix things with lots and lots of icing! What do you all think?
For her special dinner, Isabella asked for spaghetti AND meatballs. Like eating with the mouse wasn't punishment enough for me. Why do so many festivities involve me cooking!!!!!
Happy Birthday Isabella!