Another Flare

We had another eventful weekend with Ms. Zoë. Thankfully, eventful in this case didn’t require an ER visit.

For the record, I’m going to start calling her fevers flares from now on. I truly, honestly believe we are dealing with an autoimmune issue.

She woke up with a slight fever Saturday morning. Nothing horrible…in fact, it barely registered as a fever based on what she normally gets to. However, by 1pm, she was on her way to high. She never made it above 104 though, so that was awesome. A dose of Motrin and lots of snuggles pretty much rounded out the day. Her eyes were pretty red-rimmed…in particular, the right eye. This is notable because some of the conditions I’ve been researching point out that pink-eye is a symptom. I never really thought about it, but her eyes have been red with every fever. Not to the point of pink-eye (and never with gunk), but you could tell she wasn’t feeling well by looking at her eyes.

Sunday morning, Dave has me check her because her leg looked red to him. I didn’t really see anything at that point, but to be fair, I didn’t give it the attention it really needed. And now I wish I had because she had a rash all over by Sunday evening. Now…she’s had a rash since all of this began in January, but when we saw the doctor, he said it was probably just eczema. And maybe it is. But the rash she had (has, still) is JUST like her eczema rash, only ridiculously horrible.

I actually took her to our family doctor on Monday to get it checked out and documented. They couldn’t do anything for her (I really didn’t expect them to) and just said it was likely a viral rash, but because of her on-going issues, they weren’t going to say that’s for-sure what it is.

Of course, that evening (because I couldn’t notice something like this WHILE WE WERE ALREADY AT THE DOCTOR’S OFFICE), I had to have Dave take a look at her eyes. Her right eye was now swollen. It makes me wonder if it wasn’t there before (the swelling was slight). That is a SIGNIFICANT signal that we’re looking at an autoimmune issue.

But we’re back to good. The rash is still there (hands, feet, arms, legs, cheeks, and stomach were all effected), but the fever only lasted 2 days. IF this goes as it has all year, we will probably see another flare in about 2 weeks. Time will only tell how it’s going to work out. I am working on attempting to actually talk to a human at our insurance company to see if they will cover a test that our doctor recommended. However, that’s proving to be extremely difficult. Hopefully, I’ll have an answer before we go back to the Infectious Diseases doctor at the end of this month.

I just want to know what’s going on. To have an action plan. IF I’m right and IF it’s an autoimmune disease, it’s going to be something we deal with, probably for life. I’d like to see if we can figure out her triggers or if there are any meds we can start her on to reduce her flares. I do like that we live in a time where I can also be researching. I printed out a huge chart that gives me a better understanding of what I need to be looking for, as far as symptoms go. I can only hope that it helps us get to an answer quicker.



Infectious Diseases (It sounds worse than it is)

Yesterday was our 2nd appointment at Cincinnati Children’s to (hopefully) figure out what is making Zoë have these recurring fevers. I went in with a list of questions and got most of them answered without me even having to ask. Which is great because it means that they are on top of it.

So here is a basic run-down of my notes from the meeting:

She looks good when she’s healthy, which is a great sign. It means that, even though these fevers are highly annoying, they are very likely not serious. No signs of cancer (Thank God!), although we may end up checking into that more thoroughly if we don’t get any answers in the future. But as of now, we can say that it’s not.

Possible causes:

Recurrent viral infections

Recurrent fever syndroms (PFAPA, etc.)

Rheumatological diseases

Primary immuno-deficiancies

But here is the problem…she doesn’t ‘fit’ any of those molds. No swollen lymph nodes, no swollen joints, no canker/mouth sores, no swollen eyes. She just has a fever.

So in an effort to collect all data, I’m in charge of keeping a fever journal for now. Dates, times of readings, temperature, etc.. I was pretty much doing this already, so it’s not much different. I think they are hoping a pattern emerges because that leads us to a fever syndrome and those are the best-case scenarios. And they will keep in touch with us until either the fevers cease or we find out what’s going on. Which makes me really happy….I’m just so used to being brushed off by doctors that it’s nice to have them actively pursuing our issue!

Zoë did have blood drawn and was a complete trooper. She didn’t cry and barely fussed, I was completely amazed. What a strong little girl! And the major benefit we have with having a MyChart account is that I got her results an hour later. Based on what I saw (and compared it to her last panel), she’s normal. No real signs of infection. Her doctor did call me this morning, but unfortunately, called at a time where I couldn’t answer the phone. I’m sure he will call back later, but I am also pretty sure he’s not going to tell me anything surprising.

We have the option to push for a more expensive test that may not be covered by our insurance. I’m a little nervous about the cost, but may go that route if the doctor suggests that we could benefit from it. I get a little apprehensive when a doctor says something is expensive and not always covered though…you never really know what they mean by expensive. And while we have really good insurance coverage and a healthy HSA account, I don’t know that I want to attempt to justify a significant cost if it’s not really worth it. So we will see how our doctor wants us to proceed.

This is all part of the answer to a question I asked though…what if we DON’T find the cause and she keeps having these fevers and seizures? And the answer is that we go fishing for answers. That’s when we start testing for cancers that we’ve ruled out and looking for the completely obscure illness that aren’t currently on our radar. But we will cross that bridge when we come to it. I’m still hopeful that we get some answers, even if it’s just that she’s highly susceptible to illnesses.

I will say that I feel significantly better. I have anxiety issues as it is and all I could think was that something was seriously wrong and we were going to get horrible news. So for them to say right off that they really didn’t think it was cancer and for her blood work to come back normal is amazing. Now we just wait and see what her MRI results bring. Hopefully, it’s more of the same good news!


Apparently, boundaries mean nothing…

So I’m frustrated…pissed off….hurt.

I know nothing is sacred online. But I’ve had to move my blog before because of bullies. And I just found out that it may again because it was shared without precautions being taken. Certain people have found my place and decided to infiltrate, even when they’ve been told that they are to stay away. So this is to them (to everyone else reading, I apologize):

You want to complain about not being in my kids’ lives? Maybe you should take a look in the mirror and explain to the people you are complaining to that it’s YOUR fault. You are not as pure and innocent as you seem. You’ve been asked and told to stay away from MY family. My kids don’t need you to be a martyr for them because we all know that’s what it is. It’s never truly about them, it’s about you.

My kids will be far better off with you out of their lives…why do you think WE made that decision? You need to respect the boundaries put into place. As far as I’m concerned, you don’t exist anymore. They don’t know who you are and they never will. This is because of YOUR actions and the way YOU deemed to treat me (their mother!).

We don’t need you and we never will. Believe it or not, we are doing fantastic. We’ve got a GREAT life….WITHOUT you in it. In fact, we’ve been so great without you. It’s fantastic.

This blog is for people who actually CARE about my kids…you have proven time and again that all you care about is yourself. Pity you, poor you. They’re horrible people, I never did anything wrong, they treated me bad, etc., etc., etc..

You posted something about how cutting toxic people out of your life isn’t bad but self preservation. Guess what lady? You’re toxic in a VERY big way. You’re a cancer we don’t want in our lives. And I feel sorry for the people who you have fooled. It’s only a matter of time before you turn on them and treat them the way you have treated me.

So it’s done. You’re out of our lives for a reason. Don’t post anything about my kids. Don’t talk about my kids. As far as you’re concerned, they don’t exist. Go away and stay away.


Ok, so not really. But today was Zoë’s appointment with the neurologist. To be honest, I’m an obsessive researcher, so the appointment went about as I expected. Which is a good thing. The only surprises I like any more are gifts of camera equipment or chocolate. 😛

I was immediately impressed with the doctor when he walked in. He was great with Z, and truly understanding of the situation. We are so blessed to live where we do and to have the resources we have!

He thinks she is having focal onset seizures, which pretty much means that it’s localized in the brain…at least at the start. It’s not normal in febrile seizures (because we can’t have a simple diagnosis, oh no! She has to have complex febrile seizures), but it’s also not something we really need to be concerned with. The paralysis is slightly more concerning, but again….not majorly. We are being sent for an MRI (as I expected) just to ensure that there isn’t something going on that we aren’t aware of. Unfortunately, it’s not set up until October 28th. Another norm, I guess. I hate the waiting game, but I get it. So we won’t have those answers until Halloween time.

Dr. Arthur also set us up with a prescription for a medicine to give her when she has her next seizure (hopefully, never). Pretty much just to help her come out of it quickly. Seizures will still last 10-15 minutes most likely, but he’s hopeful they won’t go beyond that. And if they do, we need to get her checked out. We also have protocol in place to check her temperature every time a seizure happens, just to make sure they stay febrile and don’t deviate into something more.

Most children who have febrile seizures (usually occurring between 6 months and 6 years) apparently only have 5. We’re up to 3 (that we know of). So I have a feeling we’re going to be one of those unlucky ones that has more than the average bear. He also said something about kids only usually having fevers 1 or 2 times a year and I laughed. To be fair, Paige and Kira only get 1 or 2 a year…poor Z! The seizures won’t (shouldn’t?) cause any sort of brain damage and her chances of developing epilepsy is only at 2% (normal kids have a 1% chance).

Something I didn’t think about until I was filling out paperwork is that this child has always had issues with breathing/temperature control. She was the only one of my kids to be put back on a monitor right after birth. So it may just be that the part of her brain that’s supposed to keep her level isn’t as developed as it needs to be. And that would be just a waiting game for that to mature.

So as I said, I expected this. Right down to the order of an MRI. And I really felt comfortable with Doctor Arthur, I feel like Zoë is in good hands with him.

Now we wait again. Next week’s appointment will tell us more of what’s going on and what they are going to test for. Her blood work came back with a few high numbers and a few low numbers, so I’m interested in what direction that is going to take us. My mommy-gut says we’re looking at something autoimmune, especially since I have vitiligo. Apparently, that’s an autoimmune disease and it’s very likely that I’ve passed something down genetically. No, for the record, I’m not blaming myself. It is what it is, not like I ever asked for that! And I didn’t realize that it was considered an autoimmune disease until I started researching possibilities. But we still could be looking at a reoccurring infection and there’s still a tiny, tiny, TINY chance that it’s the “c” word. I’m preparing myself for any possible scenario.

I did sit Paige and Kira down today at lunch and kind of (in the simplest, least scary way) explained what was going on. More because I’ve been incredibly on edge with my anxiety running so high and they need to know that it’s not them. Although picking up their toys or doing their chore the FIRST TIME I ASKED FOR CRYING OUT LOUD would help out tremendously. But I think Paige at least understands that Zoë is sick and we’re going to try to find out why. Kira doesn’t get it….she’s 4, I don’t expect her to.

So that’s where we stand. Still praying and crossing my fingers that we find out what’s going on and that it’s something easily treated.


When the poop hits the fan

I’m resurrecting my blog due to needing to keep people updated. Our youngest daughter (Zoë) is 18 months old. Since January, she’s had recurring high fevers. This past weekend put us up to 9. They hit quickly and they hit HARD. One minute, she’s fine and the next minute she’s almost 105.

In May, she had a febrile seizure. As far as we know, it was the first….but we don’t know for sure. She had another one this past weekend, quite possibly 2. Her seizures are absent, so it’s difficult sometimes to tell if she’s just tired or if she’s actually seizing. Saturday morning’s seizure was terrifying. When she started coming out of it, her entire left side was limp and unresponsive. We took her to the ER where they tentatively diagnosed her with Todd’s Paralysis and a febrile seizure. Thankfully, it was short lived (a few hours) and she was walking before we left the hospital. We also left with instructions to set up an appointment with the neurologist.

Monday morning, I called and set up our neurology appointment and called our family doctor to get her in. Until Monday, I never felt like I was being taken seriously when I brought her in. I was always told to give her meds, so her fevers were never high in office. Our appointment was at 230. At 1030, I dosed her with Motrin because she was over 102 and gave her a bath. Once I got her out of the bath and dressed, she was visibly shaking and her extremities were bluish. Took her temp and it had fallen all the way to 96..this child! Don’t worry, an hour later she was back to 102. And then we went to the doctor….they got us back right at the time of our appointment and took her temp. It had climbed to 104.3. FINALLY. I HATE that my baby was feeling so terribly, but they took me seriously! We discussed our options and then got sent to Cincinnati Children’s to have her blood drawn.

Her results have finally come back and because of them, we are now referred to an Infectious Disease Specialist. We see her a week from tomorrow. Unfortunately, the results really don’t tell us anything right now. It could be a virus, an infection, autoimmune, or even cancer. Or it could be nothing and is something she will outgrow in time. We really don’t know at this point.

Not going to lie and say I’m not freaking out. My gut does say that it’s not cancer, but I’m trying really hard to not think about the what ifs. And right now, I don’t really know where to even start to look for answers. We’re in a holding pattern until we talk to the neurologist and the specialist. I’m praying it’s nothing, but preparing for the worst.


What is beauty?

As a young girl, beauty was a way to describe the world around. Flowers, trees, butterflies…they were all beautiful. But people? That was different.

I grew up believing that to be beautiful was to be thin. Anything bigger than a size 8 was ugly, bad, gross.

My mom certainly didn’t push this idea on me. So where did it come from? Books, magazines, doctors, family, friends, classmates…

You get where this is going?

I’m not thin. I’ve never even been close. Growing up, I was always the fat girl. I may not have been the biggest, but I sure felt like it. I was constantly made fun of, bullied, traumatized. Clothes never looked good…in fact, it was horrible shopping for anything.

I was on diet after diet from middle school on. And nothing worked. I’d lose a few pounds, but then gain way more back. In an effort to be beautiful, I starved myself. To attempt to fit in, I exercised myself into exhaustion.

I feel (sometimes) like finding someone who loves me for who I am was a complete fluke. As if I don’t deserve love because I’m a size measured in double digits.

I know (logically) that beauty isn’t measured by your dress size, or by the way you wear your hair, or by the clothes you wear. I don’t judge others for how they look…so why do I find it so difficult for me to feel beautiful?

Honestly, I feel frumpy. Disgusting. FAT.

It doesn’t matter that I’ve lost a significant amount of weight and should be proud of that fact. Or that I’ve had 3 children and it’s going to take a while to get my body back. I feel like whenever I go out, all eyes are on me and judging my decisions. Like I shouldn’t be eating out or shopping for new clothes.

“Geez, did you see what she ate? Have a salad you cow”

Are people actually thinking these thoughts? I HIGHLY doubt it. And I definitely DON’T think like that when I see other people. Why is this so engrained in how I think of myself?

My definition of beauty needs to be amended. Maybe I don’t think I’m beautiful when I wear a dress, but my kids think I am. Maybe I feel frumpy when I wear an outfit that looks cute, but my friends think it looks great on me. Maybe I need to stop judging myself and listen to others.

But it’s difficult to reprogram 30 years of thinking.

“You have a pretty face, but you would be beautiful if you lost “x” amount of weight” ~ said by a doctor.

I’m healthy. I work out anywhere from 5 to 15 hours a week (depending on our activity levels). I eat pretty well. I don’t smell, I’m not a drain on society. But I just can’t feel good about myself because I’m constantly being told that fat is, in fact, NOT beautiful.

It’s all me. All in my head.

“Beauty is about being comfortable in your own skin. It’s about knowing and accepting who you are.”

If only I could be comfortable being me. If only I could accept that God made me this way. If only I could feel like I’m enough. If only I could feel truly beautiful for once.

If only.


I am woman

It’s funny how when I finally decide to dust the blog off, topics just keep presenting themselves to write about!

I had an incident occur on Facebook (*sigh*) and originally was going to leave a longer status to update my support network, but decided to take a little time and spend more than 30 seconds on something I felt was more important.

My husband has been traveling quite a bit for work lately, which means I’ve spent more time alone than I have. It takes me a ridiculous amount of time to ask for help. (I’m so horribly stubborn at times.) Going back to the months after Kira was born, I KNOW I need to ask for help more. I KNOW I can’t do it on my own. So when I ask for help (even for something small), it’s not a small feat.

It was a stupid status that started it all…me asking if anyone wanted to join me and the girls to attend a princess party at a local restaurant. And, truth be told, I didn’t expect anyone to take me up on it (we opted not to go and are attending another function this weekend instead). But a comment was made that just really, really struck me.

“If you are the type of mom and women you claim to be you take them yourself”


Now, I know the person that posted this is having some serious difficulties at the time. I know she needs prayers and help. But I also know that she said that with the intent to hurt.

And you know what? It did.

What she didn’t know was what was going on in my head. How difficult it’s been for me lately, how out of control I’ve been feeling.

I’ve been feeling like the worst parent in the world. I yell too much, my house is a disaster, my child told me that she never wanted to go home again this past weekend, and getting a decent meal on the table has been a struggle.

And yet…my kids are safe, happy, well-fed, socialized (ugh). I must be doing something right.

But for that. For me to have my worst fears just written out there by someone who really has no idea.

“If you were the type of mom and woman you claim to be…”

That stings.

I’m not perfect, not better than anyone else out there, and I’ve NEVER claimed to be. I’m not super woman, not a person that I feel deserves to be admired.

Dave and I have worked hard for the life we have and we’re lucky enough to be in a position where we are seeing the benefits of our hard work. Believe me, we have our struggles though.

No one is perfect.

But to have it thrown out there, to have it shoved in your face…(even by someone who is saying it that you probably should just ignore) oh it sucks.

The good from this has been amazing. I have an AMAZING group of people surrounding me, who are willing to take a stand and help me fight. Women coming out of the Facebook woodwork to tell me that what I’m feeling is unjust.

To all of you, thank you.

Thank you for proving that, even when we feel like the worst parent in the world, we are not and it shows.

Thank you for taking the time to lift someone when they’ve been crushed.

Thank you for showing me that, even though one person is trying to shove me down, I have a much MUCH large group there to lift me up.

May we all be blessed to have the love and support that I’ve experienced.

Starting over

So, it’s been a while. In fact, so long I probably should just start at the beginning.

My name is Kelley. Hi! I’ve been married to Dave since 2006. We’re that young couple that’s still on the floor with the older couples at our friend’s wedding when they do that ridiculous anniversary dance.

I have 3 daughters…apparently, my husband is not allowed to have another male in the house. Well, except the dog, but he’s “special”.

We homeschool our oldest and intend to homeschool the other two as well. Many reasons, but that’s almost another blog post by itself.

I’m a stay at home mom, so it’s not uncommon to find me in my pajamas at 5 in the evening. Hey, they’re comfortable!

I used to do some photography work, but that’s really fallen by the way-side. I’m hoping to get back into it when the girls are older. There are times when I really miss shooting, but then there are times when it’s nice to not feel pressured to be the one photographing whatever event is currently going on.

Our family tends to travel quite a bit and we love it. Just this summer, we spent almost 2 weeks in Utah and a week at Sunset Beach, NC. And in a little over a month, Dave and I will be heading to Europe (work trip for him). This will be my first visit to Europe, so I’m excited. Munich and Oberstaufen (Germany) and Paris. Yep, it’s going to be fun.

My first love has been and will always be music. I play a few instruments (not well, mind you!) and used to play organ for a church. Sad to say, that’s a big reason why I’ve distanced myself from all ministry. I used to have that calling, but now I’m horribly jaded in how the church works. I still love the piano and love singing.

After our 2nd child, I was diagnosed with Post-Partum Depression (PPD). That was a dark period in my life. There are still days when I feel unbalanced or I get angry at every little thing, but I  know that it will always be an on-going battle. For the most part, I’ve been able to go off the anti-depressants.

This is me…well, a small part of me. Here’s to hoping to start doing this a little more often & a larger part of who I am is shown.

What’s In Your Camera Bag?

I had an awesome birthday present this year…which considering I’m entering a new decade, makes COMPLETE sense to me.

Anyway….Dave bought me this:


Canon 5D Mark ii

Isn’t it pretty?! Oh! And he got me this (it was part of a kit):


Canon 24-105 f/4L

It has brought back my passion for photography again. I still get crappy photos, but the quality has dramatically increased. Prior to this, I had a 50D with a 28-135 lens. So not like going from a point and shoot to a professional grade camera, but still an upgrade.

I’ve been over-loading my Facebook feed with photos of the girls and am currently working on action shots. Dude…that’s HARD. I’m not talking running or playing…it’s the bubbles and jumping on a trampoline that is testing my abilities and I LOVE it.

So in light of my amazing gift, I’m going to give my loving and awesome husband ideas for the next few years. My wish list of camera gear. (And he’s laughing incredulously at me!)

The very first thing I’ll be buying is a new battery grip and a couple of batteries. I’ll probably get an off-brand, but I’d love to have the Canon version.


Canon Battery Grip

Next is a new flash. I’ve been working with lighting for just a little while (I’m primarily a natural light photographer) and I’ve seen what a good flash can do. This one would be awesome:


Canon Speedlite 600EX-RT

I have a “cheap” flash that works with the new body, but it’s slow and eats batteries like it’s its job.

Next would be to upgrade my memory cards. I’ve used all kinds (the current 2 I have are SanDisk and Kingston), but I’ve heard great things about the Lexar professional cards.


Lexar Professional

My current cards can snap about 8 or 10 shots before they slow down considerably and I’d like to beef that up without having to decrease the quality of the photos. Now, if I could get Eye-fi to make a CF card, I’d want that. But alas, I’ve only seen the SDHD cards. (link me if I’m missing something!)

So once I have those…on to glass. This is the seriously not cheap part. I’ve seen the difference between L lenses and lower quality glass and I’m not going back. Sorry babe.

First up would be a good portrait lens. I know quite a few photographers go with an 85 or even a longer lens, but I don’t like to be that far away from my subjects. So this one would be perfect for me:


Canon 50mm f/1.2

HOWEVER, for over $1000 less, you can get this one (and I’ve heard fantastic things about it):


Canon 50mm f/1.4

There are some pretty significant difference, but this is one of the only lenses I would be okay with not owning the L version of. I don’t do so much portrait photography that I could get by without the best.

I would also take this one instead of the 50mm, but I don’t see it being a top purchase 😛


Canon 16-35 f/2.8L

If I could have my absolute most-wanted lens…it would be the following…


Canon 28-300 f/3.5-5.6L

This lens would be a fantastic walk-around/all-purpose lens, but it costs as much as my camera kit did. And I would love for the f-stop to be lower…I’m actually torn on this one or my last lens


Canon EF 70-200mm 2.8L

I love the lower f-stop, but I’d like to have a little more zoom for those times that I’m photographing sports or really want to get close to the kiddos.



What do you shoot with? I’ve worked with Nikon (I used to want a D2X when I worked in a studio), but I’m a Canon girl through-and-through. Even my point and shoot is a Canon Digital Elph (and it takes fantastic photos for being as tiny as it is!). And if you had unlimited money, what would you get? I know I could drop some SERIOUS money if I had unlimited funds, but I’ve posted stuff I might actually own some day. For what I do, it’s more than sufficient!

Kelley’s Cakes (The 1st Edition)

Have you started planning your child’s birthday, find the cake you want, and then realize that you would have to pay more than what you’re spending on the party JUST FOR A CAKE?!

Yeah, that stinks. So between my mom and myself, we’ve always done the girls’ cakes. I don’t have photos of them all, but here are a few.

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This was for Paige’s Rockin’ 2nd Birthday Party. A guitar cake pan, icing, Rolos, mini-Oreos, and chocolate cut-outs decorated it. It was cute, but the icing was bitter. I’ve since learned how to deal with that, thank goodness!


Kira Christening

My mom actually made this cake (where do you think I get my talents?), but I did the flowers. Mini-Oreo’s in the middle were a hit with all of the kiddos.


3-D panda panda cup cakes

These were for Kira’s 1st Birthday. She’s our little panda bear, so a panda theme. My cupcakes could totally go for mice, but they were cute. And once Kira got over her screaming fit (very typical of Kira), she loved her panda smash cake!


practice gabba cake

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This was my first attempt with fondant. While not professional, it looked so much better and was actually EASIER to decorate than the ones I’ve done with just frosting! Top was a practice cake I made (and then passed off to our neighbor’s to eat) and the bottom are two photos of the actual cake.

Here’s a video via YouTube that shows how to make the fondant. I have started to put in a packet of gelatin and it seems to make it even smoother, but totally your call!

(a tip if you use fondant – steam it before you put icing on it! Makes the fondant shiny and pretty!)

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This next cake is Kira’s. We call her our Care Bear, so I went with it when planning her party. This was the first time I worked with adding something in between the layers and it was fantastic! Top layer was a basic french vanilla with lemon frosting (it tasted like the lemon Girl Scout cookies, I swear!) and the bottom with chocolate cake filled with strawberries and whipped cream. Everyone said it was amazing and we didn’t have much left over.


pirate cake

I did this pirate cake for my friend’s two little boys. The sand was brown sugar! Once she put the pirate duckies and figurines on, it was super adorable!


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This was probably the most time-consuming because of all of the cut-outs, but I made it for a sweet 16 party. The top was caramel with homemade caramel sauce. middle was french vanilla/lemon, bottom was chocolate with strawberries/whipped cream. I really like how I did the tie-dye ribbons around the base of each of the cakes. One of my favorites!


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Tangled! This was for my niece and she loved it. 🙂 Instead of doing strawberries, I caramelized pineapple and filled the top layer with that and whipped cream. Again, amazing. One I’m going to remember to do later.


flower cup cakes

They needed 3 different types of cake/icing combos for my niece’s party, so I also did some flower cupcakes. Way easier to decorate than you realize!


So you can see…I’ve definitely progressed over time and I’m sure I’ll continue to do so. It’s fun and I love being able to be so creative!