My little Etta, who suddenly looks gigantic to me next to her newborn sister, turned two over the weekend. Thankfully, she had no idea it was her birthday because I'm not exactly in the proper mindset to get a decent party together (hashtag NO SLEEP). That said, do you think I could let a birthday go by without baking a cake? Nope. I like to torture myself. Etta loves the Minions (calling them bee do's), and I'm not proud of how much "Despicable Me" I let her watch in my last month of pregnancy. So I decided to make her a Minion Cake, using a boxed confetti mix (see: newborn baby) and a Vanilla Buttercream Frosting.
I divided the batter into two cake pans: one round and one square. Then I cut the round cake in half, trimmed the edges slightly, and set it on top of the square to form the minion shape. I separated the frosting into four bowls, and used dye to make yellow, blue and grey (leaving a small amount of white for the eyes). A large chocolate chip became the eyeball, melted chocolate for the smile, pretzel sticks dipped in chocolate for the hair, and marshmallows dipped in chocolate for the feet. My minion had no arms. He lost them in war. Wait, what? Just kidding... um, they were behind his back. The cake was a hit! Although Etta would have been happy blowing out candles on a cardboard cake (servers at restaurants have to re-light the candles 15 times if Etta is with us).
I can't believe my baby girl is 2! And I can't believe I have another baby girl that is over 2 weeks.
And I can't believe there will be ANOTHER Royal Baby (actually I can believe that and don't care).