Two years old. TWO YEARS!
When it’s your own birthday as a child you feel so happy that the day has finally come and you can call yourself another year older. When it is the birthday of your own child you feel, how the bloody hell has two years gone past? Then, for me at least, relief that you’ve survived the bit of your second child’s life you were anxious about because of what happened first time around.
Two years gone. And I’m still sane. Ish.
Another parent said to me yesterday that the end of tunnel light is starting to shine onto me. And it is true. The bottom stair gate is down. The girl understands the word ‘no’ (whether she stops what she’s doing is another matter) and we can communicate quite effectively. She still doesn’t eat much variety and is still teething and snotting but I can see progress. My children mean the world to me but I get so nervous and anxious with babies. I feel I have no control and I become a bit of a recluse.
So this Peppa Pig cake, made with my own loving hands, is more than a birthday cake. It is a symbol of the growth of my daughter, our happiness as a family (we are the Peppa Pig family!) and regaining a tiny bit of freedom for myself. Afterall there is no way I could have had the time to do this a year ago.
If you want to make the Christmas Trees on the cake my recipe is on the at home website.