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Happy Birthday to my favorite little!!

Wardie's second birthday happened a few weeks ago.


The day was perfect.  He asked for a choo-choo cake, so mommy made one.  (After returning from a 11 hour bus ride building houses with 200 college students and no sleep.)  It was a stupid great idea to have his party the day after I got back.


I used four mini-loaf pans and two boxes of cake mix, making 8 cakes total.  Two of the mini cakes were used for the engine, and the rest made perfect train cars.



Then, I iced the cakes, used oreos for wheels, kit kats as the ties between cars and various candy for the "cargo" coming out of each car.  Overall, it turned out pretty cool.



The engine had a little accident, so I had to do some emergency surgery.



Wardie thought it was delicious.



Once he realized everyone was singing to him, he just lit up--I think he felt so special and loved.



And he spent the rest of the afternoon surrounded by family and friends and WAAAAYYYY too many birthday gifts.

Wardie at one year old posing with mommy.

To our baby:  Ward Christopher Schaaf, you were always wanted.  We loved you long before we even knew you were coming and you continue to be a constant joy in daddy and mommy's world.  You are determined and sweet and funny.  We love to watch your love for music and books and the outdoors continue to grow.  Mommy and daddy feel so lucky to have you--you have made our family wonderful and perfect.  We can't believe so much time has gone by and that you're already two but we are so happy we are the ones who get to watch the time pass with you.  We love you!

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  1. LOVE! This cake is awesome, Becky! So fun :)

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  2. Precious and perfect! What a wonderful mommy (and daddy) Ward has. God bless you all!

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