As I approach 30, more and more people are either getting married and having babies. I’m sort of taking my time. That’s code for: I am incredibly immature.
This is not to say that I don’t thoroughly enjoy caring for infants. I spent the better part of my teens and college years nannying. For now, however, I will enjoy making cookies and cakes for people about to have babies.
I made these for a baby shower. Probably a boy?
Cute and classic. These taste better than the real ones.
I think I might demand a color scheme of orange for my baby shower. Just to be a jerk. Or olive green?
No seriously though, blue is my favorite color (hullo.. look at my entire blog, duh).
My friend Vanessa is pregnant as well. She is due in June, and has chronicled every moment of it on her Facebook page and blogs. It is not often that I read something and feel the urge to burst into laughter, scream with fear, and impulsively google some freakish medical issue I never knew was possible. On a side note, she has two Newfoundlands and writes one blog through their narration. It is brilliant, and her writing puts mine to shame. Well, most people’s writing put my to shame, but still. She is witty and poetic. Read it here: http://nanookthenewfy.blogspot.com/
Oh, and this is Vanessa’s other blog. This one is actually narrated by Vanessa: http://nessahappens.blogspot.com/
Anyhoo, I traveled to Jersey over the weekend for her baby shower. I was emailing back and forth with aunt Colleen about what to make for the shower. She suggested that I use the theme and go with eggs. I glanced over at the invitation:
Showers frighten me almost as much as having babies, because I am socially awkward and struggle to stay awake while watching someone open infinity presents. So maybe I will just have my shower at an amusement park or something. This shower, however, was awesome. They asked that everyone bring presents unwrapped so everyone could simply walk around room and simply admire the gifts. Um…AMAZING.
This was also amazing:
Dear Santa (or Hanukkah bush),
All I want for Christmas (or Hanukkah) (okay, or Kwanzaa or whatever else) is a personal mascot. This mascot will be present for every special event in my life, and will transform into different characters accordingly. I hope that you and I can both agree that this will be a much better gift than last year’s coal. And pantyhose.
The entire party was filled with hatching eggs and birds.
I like birdies.
How creative is that?
So I decided to make cookies and pops (shocking).
I decorated the cookies to resemble the logo on the invitations:
Here they are on display.
Because I am anal, I even added glitter to the crack and the nests to perfectly match the invitation.
Yes, I am a nerd.
I wanted to try something a little different than the usual cake pops. So I added nests to them as well. Vanessa’s husband, Sandy, took a photo of them before the party using some very neat iPhone app. I have a phone that was put together by a cavemen, so I was extremely envious of him.
Here they are on display, ready to be eaten.
UPDATE: I CREATED A TUTORIAL ON HOW TO MAKE THESE IF YOU LIKE.
CLICK HERE FOR THE RECIPE.
P.S. I am a dork.
The treats weren’t a total success because I found out that although some women crave food during pregnancy, others lose their taste and feel repulsed by the thought of eating. Poor Vanessa. After she has the baby I am going to make her stuffed strawberries.
Phew! I am all babied out.