It has been a tradition for Merrill’s birthday’s that I make him a cake with a design of his choosing.
That’s how most of the birthday cakes go around here… but his isn’t a barbie doll, or a care bear..
It is usually an album cover.
This year, he chose his favorite album from last year.
The lighthouse kinda freaked me out, but the beams coming from it proved to be the stressful element.
He likes it, and as my dad would say, “It’s gonna turn into poop anyway…”