When my daughter celebrated her first birthday, she ate her cake in an antique high chair. And when the Grand Baby celebrated her first birthday, she ate her cake (rather daintily) in the same antique high chair. And I was able to make both cakes. 🙂 Ah, tradition. Makes you appreciate the circle of life.
|The daughter’s cake (my decorating skills haven’t improved much).|
|The Grand Baby’s Cake|