Baby brother enjoyed his first birthday cake.
It took him a few minutes to get into it--he wasn't sure what to think at first.
But after a while he became more enthusiastic
and s-l-o-w-l-y ate a good chunk of it,
seeming to savor each bite.
"Mmmm! Mmm!" he said.
His frosting goatee was pretty much perfection.
Also, 1st baby=darling from-scratch smash cake that I slaved over for hours.
4th baby=unappetizing cake mix smash cake covered in ganache because the baby just doesn't care.