Something changed in me when I had my daughter. It happened to my husband, as well. After bringing two beautiful boys into the world, we knew we would be happy with a healthy baby, girl or boy. My husband did admit that he secretly wanted a girl. I, on the other hand, was terrified to have a girl. I had two boys, I knew how to raise and take care of boys. I had everything ready for another boy. When I learned we were having a girl, something changed.
I became excited. I went through a nesting stage that I never experienced with the two boys. I spent hours scouring the website examining girls’ rooms and came up with a two-tone pink room with white bead board. My husband handled my obsession well, and put the room together as I so meticulously specified.
Our life has been full of pink since then.
Pink blankets. Pink tights. Pink dresses. Pink barrettes.
My daughter turned six this week. She still adores pink. And dresses. And butterflies. And flowers. And glitter.
She’s a very girly girl. Yet, she’s tough, too. You have to be if you are the youngest of three, with two older brothers.
Quite a contradiction.
I have been making her pink birthday cakes from the beginning.
They started simple and have turned a bit on the elaborate side.
From pink flowers on top:
A dash of purple with these horrifically yummy and artificially colored & flavored Grape Kool-Aid Mini Cupcakes:
And for this year, an All-Natural Beet Red Velvet Cake, using no artificial colors or flavors:
But she doesn’t mind. My girly girl loves them all.
She’s just like her mom, you know.
I like all kinds of shoes. I like jeans with bling. I like my yoga pants. I like my science fiction. I’m an artist. I’m good with numbers.
I’m full of contradictions, too.
UPDATE: Stella, from Gilt Taste, wrote this great post:
The Unknown History of Red Velvet Cake
No beets, no sugar shortages. How America’s most nostalgic cake really came to be.
A great read. Check it out here!