I am not Martha Stewart. I try to keep the house clean, but I am in a losing battle with the dog hair. I forget to send Thank You cards and didn't get our Christmas cards out last year until spring. Dinner often takes the form of a "leftover scramble" — eggs + cheese + whatever I find in the fridge.
But people. I had a Martha Stewart moment last weekend. I made a monkey-shaped birthday cake and monkey-shaped "smash" cake.
I freaking rule. I'm pretty sure Maya thought so, too:
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| In truth, this is her "why the hell is everyone singing to me right now?" face |
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| From Maya's 1st Birthday |
Or at least, she thought the chocolate frosting ruled.
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| I'm having a real hard time fighting the urge to make a Dirty Sanchez joke here. |
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| From Maya's 1st Birthday |
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