Here is the cake I made for my co-worker's baby shower tomorrow. I planned and planned how I would make this thing work and in the end nearly every decision I made was based on correcting some earlier misstep. Still, I'm reasonably pleased with the results and somewhat panicked about getting the thing from my refrigerator to the office tomorrow.
The cake topper is pacifiers. We're having a difficult time getting Sarah to give hers up when she's at home. Difficult insomuch as we are hardly trying at all. She goes all day without, will go out and about in the world without it, but likes to find her blanket and her paci as soon as we get home from daycare. When she saw the pacifiers I'd purchased for the cake she got so excited, her face beamed when she said "are those for me?". I was impressed with how well she took the bad news. I took the pacifiers out of their packaging last night to play around with how I wanted to arrange them. I was going for a sort of bouquet... I left them all in the middle of the dining room table and today at different moments Jeremiah and I both caught Sarah sitting at the table, staring at the pile of pacifiers. What's up with that?
Yes, that is a roll of toilet paper on the table. Don't judge us. You don't know us.