The joys of turning one… family and friends goo-goo, gaa-gaaing over you, dressing up in cute little outfits, and being allowed to go buck with your very own frosted slice (or slices) of heaven.
This is the story of Kelan. A little bundle of joy who passed all of the required assessments to graduate to the First Year Cake Smash-o-Rama. In lieu of a diploma which, after all, is nothing more than a piece of paper, he opted for a ride on his trike, cake, and a bath in the great outdoors.
We were greeted with a warm, sunny evening. Crowds of hundreds (or was it 6) formed to watch little Kelan come riding in on his little chopper.
The crowds were starting to get a little out of hand so reinforcements were brought in to keep them in control.
Then, in the distance, like a trophy waiting for the winner to stake their claim…sat the most delicious cake.
Meandering across the horizon, the delicious goodness summons Kelan over towards it.
Thinking to himself, this must be a gift from the heavens, Kelan wastes no time digging into the mysterious dessert.
Waving his proverbial white flag signaling his defeat, he falls back into submission…hoping the cake will retreat as as mysterious as it arrived.
After a quick nap, Kelan swallows his pride (and the last piece of cake) and moseys off into the sunset.
What luck..on the other side of the park was a tub waiting for Kelan to wash the sugary goodness from his body.
After a quick scrub and a patriotic dry off, Kelan hopped back on his ride and hit the open road.