Pretty Ruffle Cake

It’s birthday time once again in these parts, this month belongs to the Doodle. Thirteen wonderful years for me, the mother of the cleverest crafter, cook, good attitude gal and joker in the West. She’s the kid who asks, “what’s for dinner tonight?” the moment she walks in from school everyday.
Luckily, “Can I make dinner?” are usually her next words. To which my reply is nearly always “Yes!” Here’s my rendition of the cake she ordered off pinterest:
ruffle cakeAfter making all those ruffles, my forearms were burning like I’d just led a 200 ft. 5.11b rock climbing route.

teens and cake.jpgThe Doodle and her girlfriends ready to dig in then run off and play hours of night games all over the neighborhood.

cake and tall candles.jpgLove her new hipster glasses she just picked out for herself.

too many banners.jpgThis is about it for decorations- but 5 banners- isn’t that enough?

blow out the candles.jpgHere’s Instagram and the Mayfair filter, making everything look better.

Cake.jpgProcess evident picture- iPhone, lighter, sharpie, Cheetos puffs as appetizer (another personal request, party essential) right out there in the open.

ruffle cake.jpgThree layers of chocolate and an extreme amount of frosting. Yum.

I don’t know how else to say it… they grow up SO FAST! Cherish every minute, even the tough ones because sooner that you think they’ll be heading off out the door.

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