“Cheap beer? Are you kidding me!? The least you could have done was put me in here next to a nice bottle of Champagne.”
All day Friday, this scene in my refrigerator made me giggle. I imagined a number of spoiled, demanding comments emanating from the princess Barbie cake, her hand raised in protest. Last year on Mini Whipped’s birthday, I wrote about my efforts to create a pink paradise for her starting with pink pepto-bismal colored pancakes all the way through to the triple pink cupcake dessert. This year, I surprised her with this princess cake. It wasn’t quite the home run I expected.
Mini Whipped loves pink. She isn’t totally obsessed with princesses (yet) but she is physically moved when watching the classic princess movies. I’m not much of a girly girl. I don’t wear pink very often and I should probably pay more attention to hair and makeup than I do. The princess culture is a bit bothersome to me as I worry slightly about the message we are feeding little girls about fairytale romance. Marriage, love and partnerships take work. I am fortunate to have a fantastic marriage and often, it feels like a fairytale romance. But, we also work hard to accommodate the other, communicate, and keep the “spark” alive. When I see my 4 year-old’s eyes welling up with tears as “prince charming” kisses Snow White awake, I cringe, just slightly. I know, I know… what a wet blanket.
Despite being a bit of a princess grinch, I have always been drawn to princess cakes where domed cake becomes ball gown. Mini Whipped requested red velvet birthday cake with princesses on it. I decided I would surprise her by making the cake into a princess.
I watched a few videos on YouTube to learn tips and tricks about making this cake. I used two 6-inch cake rounds and an oven-proof bowl for the mound on top. This video had some helpful frosting and assembly tips. Mini Whipped has a few Barbies that she rarely plays with so I planned to use one of them as the cake topper. Unfortunately, my stacked dome was not tall enough to accommodate her long legs, mostly due to her feet being formed into permanent ultra high heeled form (urgh). I made the decision to detach her legs to fit in my cake.
I truly thought that the legs would pop off and then back on again later. But, I guess Barbies aren’t made with ball and socket joints. So, this Barbie became an amputee in order to wear a red velvet cake skirt. I believed it would all be worth it! I tucked her legs in the back of the cupboard, thinking they might be funny cake toppers of their own some day – Halloween, diving into a blue “swimming pool” cake?
The big moment came. With a table full of family members, I brought the cake out and set it down in front of Mini Whipped. The grand parents gasped and praised the cake. The birthday girl smiled politely. She definitely did not have the same look on her face as she does when Cinderella pulls the second glass slipper out from under her apron. We lit the candles and sang and immediately after, Mini Whipped requested, “can you please take my doll out of there now?”
I whisked the cake off to the kitchen to hide the fact that Barbie had no legs under her skirt! While eating the cake, Mini Whipped gave me a number of compliments on the frosting, the cake and the color. The sweet thing felt our expectations that she would love the cake and she was being as polite as she could to make me feel good. She just didn’t like that doll in the cake. She asked for princesses on the cake. And, I didn’t listen.
Once again, during my daughter’s birthday, I reflect on the many emotions of parenting. I made a cake that I thought she would adore and I didn’t quite hit the mark. She sensed my disappointment and did her best to boost me up. While I was putting Mini Whipped to bed that night, I told her I was glad she had such a fantastic birthday but that I was sorry that she didn’t love the cake. She stroked my cheek and reassured, “I did love that cake mommy. I just didn’t like my doll in there.”
As for Barbie, both her separated legs and body are still safely hidden in the cupboard. For now, Mini Whipped seems to have forgotten about her. I’m hoping it stays that way.
April 8th, 2012 at 8:45 pm
This post made me laugh out loud! I swear I could picture the whole scenario in my head as I was reading it. Too funny! And Happy Birthday to Mini Whipped!
April 11th, 2012 at 1:11 pm
absolutely HILARIOUS. I love this cake and this story so much….but be prepared…if she is anything like my child (and I think she is), she will remember her Barbie doll and will be asking for her in the not to far off future.
April 25th, 2012 at 7:58 am
This is hilarious! Best laid plans… For what its worth, I think this cake is amazing! Here’s a tip – hide Barbie’s legs really well. After Laurel whipped through opening 15 birthday presents from her friends, we surreptitiously took the 2 barbies she got (we’re wetter blankets than you) and hid them in the closet, thinking that if she actually remembered them, we’d let her have them. She didn’t, until when playing hide and seek, she found them in the closet. We needed a better hiding spot!
April 26th, 2012 at 5:56 pm
My mom and I once made a “Valentine Box” in 5th grade (do they still have those?) that was very similar to this. Except we used a Hi-lex bottle and stuck a barbie torso in the top. Red net skirt over the bottle, construction paper hearts glued to the bottle and a hole cut out of the back to put the valentines in. Man, that kicked a$$!! Love that your little lady appreciated the effort and want you to know that I’m 47 and I would be SO EXCITED to have this as my 48th birthday cake. Pretty sure my 3 YO would love it too. Shall I send you my husband’s email?? xo MamaJen in La Grange
May 9th, 2012 at 1:02 pm
My mom used to make us those doll cakes and I always thought they were semi-creepy. Because she would buy the doll toppers that were made for those things, and of course, they didn’t usually have legs either. Or, if they did, they were the cheap barbie substitutes.
On the bright side, you have raised a child with enough awareness, of others, caring and kindness that she noticed and cared about your disappointment, and tried to make you feel better. That’s better than a cake any day.