That’s what I thought when I awoke yesterday morning.
I need to bake.
Okay, and I would really like to eat cake, too.
Cake cake. Nothing fancy. Yellow cake. Chocolate frosting. Rainbow sprinkles.
Occasion? Who needs one?! However, it was little Clementine’s 4 week birthday.
Let’s call it a birthday cake.

Looks good, right? Are those rainbow sprinkles making you smile? Can you almost taste the fudgy frosting?
Make a wish.
My wish was that this cake actually tasted good. It’s true. This yellow cake recipe was a failure. I am a mere cake mortal. Has becoming a mom made me lose my baking mojo? Was it human error? I don’t really think so. I’ll blame it on the new recipe and file it away under recipes never to share or use again.
We did enjoy licking off the frosting.
Oh my darlin’ cryin’ clementine.
Oh those cute little baby feet with their tiny little toes!
If a sunny happy day were a flower I think it would be a zinnia.
Maybe it was how it popped against the orange paint.
My mom spent almost three weeks with us waiting for little Clementine to arrive.



I learned the day after giving birth
Victory.