So, yeah. This didn't turn out like I planned it and we had to be at gymnastics before I had time to fix it. I hesitated to post a picture for fear it would come back to haunt me on one of those bad cake blogs, but I wouldn't want you to think we didn't celebrate. Nine pieces of cheese; one for each year.
Boris doesn't seem too impressed, but his first birthday after Jack was born was pretty lame, too. At least he got to eat some of the cheese. Happy birthday, Bobe! We love you!
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Personally, broken or not, I think that cake is downright adorable! Can you share how you did it?
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