Beautiful Accidents

A cake smash is supposed to happen AFTER the cake is baked, my silly boy!

I’m not much of a baker but my kid had been dying for some cake. In a moment of weakness I thought, sure, let's bake a cake. With my Joa, however, nothing is ever that simple. We made it as far as dumping (by him) the flour in the mixing bowl. From a foot or more away. Why? I don't know! There it went everywhere! I could feel my heart rate accelerate and was about to get upset when I looked at his pretty face and those curls...those darn curls got me. And his giggles! We didn't bake the cake but I sure got a photo.