Every year the Allen side of the family (my mother-in-law's side) has a Halloween party. Nearly everyone is a good sport and dresses up. Some show up in some really creative costumes. This year the theme was Alice in Wonderland. We had a couple Alices, Queen of Hearts, Mad Hatters, and Tweedle Dee & Tweedle Dums. I was a witch. Not very creative, right? Well, that's because all my creative juices went into this puppy:
It's an Alice cake with Halloween colors! The fondant tore pretty bad when I put it on the cake, which I was expecting because of the difficulty I had making the first Mad Hatter cake topper (not pictured, it got the brunt of my frustration and went to cake heaven). But I'm still proud of the outcome. My favorite part is the teacup and hat toppers. I just think they're so cute. AND I'm really proud of myself for making a topsy turvy cake. For being my first try, I'd say it's pretty darn good.
"A" for Alice, get it?
My precious little hat cake. :)
I got more video than pictures of the party, so I'll post a video of Kara waddling around in her pink kitty costume. It's adorable. And she knows how to say "meow", which makes it even more adorable. But to tide you over :) here's one of her wearing my witch hat:
Not so happy about it. I think she didn't like it all that much.
The title of this post comes from a YouTube video introduced to me my Freshman year at BYU by some friends we (my roommates and I) called The Bretts. I think it's hilarious, but others seem to think otherwise based on their comments. Maybe I like it so much because of the memories it invokes. Anyhow. I don't know why, but it's the first thing that came into my mind when I started thinking about a possible title.
BIG NEWS!
Kara walks!
A little over a week ago all she would attempt was two and three consecutive steps toward me. But on Saturday, at Grandma Bodily's house, she walked across the room for the first time (apparently she's extra comfortable/motivated at their house because that's where she first crawled too...exactly 4 months ago)! Daddy was away at the Priesthood session of General Conference so he missed it. She was standing next to Grandma on the couch across the room from me and I asked her to come over and give me hugs. Next thing I know she was walking over to me like she'd done it many times before! Funny thing was that if we showed any excitement she'd stop and plop down on her booty. Of course, all we did for the next day was prop her up on her feet and try to get her to walk. She resisted most of our efforts, but by Monday she was choosing to walk rather than crawl. It makes me smile every time.
I knew she'd wait to walk until she was so capable that she would just take off to the races. Until now, she wouldn't walk unless I was holding one of her hands...even if it was only one finger. Silly goose. She's a cautious one, but I like her that way :)
