"I assume no parent aspires to give their offspring an unmemorable and vanilla childhood. I wanted to be a fun mum, creating love-soaked memories and quirky family traditions for my children right from the get-go. I wanted to be Bluey's parents before Bluey even existed. The Australian Women's Weekly birthday cakes were destined to be a pillar of my perfectly imperfect parenting rituals. One child quickly became three, and that iconic recipe book was in constant rotation."
"Three times a year, I would be reminded that I was not, in fact, a cake expert but a sleep-deprived mother fuelled by blind optimism, a packet of cake mix and zero useful utensils. As I attempted to create the perfect buttercream, I would curse my rookie naivety. Each birthday, I vowed to buy a proper icing knife or one of those fancy turntable thingies."
One parent set out to make love-soaked, quirky family traditions by baking iconic Australian Women's Weekly birthday cakes. Early efforts matched very basic baking skills and a single round tin, resulting in circle-shaped creations like a swimming pool, a cat and a race track. Repeated baking revealed sleep deprivation, optimism fueled by cake mix, and a lack of useful utensils. Vows to buy proper icing equipment were repeatedly forgotten until the next birthday. As the children grew, they began choosing their own cakes, culminating in a challenging duck cake attempt and candid child commentary.
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