Cake: Smashed

There were a lot of things I did with Joshua that I haven’t done with Emma. Like worry about every tiny scrap of anything he picked up off the floor and put in his mouth and what contaminants he might be ingesting.

So with Emma, I’ve tried to do things that I didn’t do with Joshua.

Like cake smash photos.

(To be fair, we have cake smash photos of Joshua. But nothing fancy. Just him in his high chair with awful lighting and bright red icing.)

The cake was homemade. Home decorated. That little cake stand? $1.99 on a Target end cap. Thank you, post-Easter baby Jesus for the clearance.

She was not so sure about this cake on a plate in her bloomers in the back yard business. And also unsure of all of the people standing around watching her.

“Yaaaaaaaaaaaaaayyyyyyy!!!!!” She claps. It’s adorable.

This was her chosen method of cake-eating. Perhaps she is training for a future as a competitive eater?

She finally decided to use her hands. But pretty much just for this one bite.

A smize to make Tyra herself proud, right?

Okay, lady, you’ve had your fun. The big kids are playing on the swingset and I need to go and join them. Okay? Okay.

And she’s off.

She’s not amused. But she’s certainly cute.