I know I've not been around much (bad, busy Aitch and her annoying computer that hasn't been working properly) but I'm officially Orf Work until January the 2nd so hurrah and huzzah it's back to business.
And the most recent Finger Food that Babybear ate was, of course, birthday cake. I'd love to say I whipped it up myself but rather amazingly Babybear was born on what is officially the most difficult and hectic work weekend of the year. Well done that girl. And the fact that my friend was having a 40th Birthday party in a ma-hoosive country house the same weekend meant that I have been under some strain getting my job done in advance.
So the poor darling made do with an M&S Victoria sponge as it's her father's favourite, but I did put some more icing sugar on it to make it purty. Everyone sang, her one candle flickered dangerously, and very soon Babybear was wolfing down a substantial amount of flour, sugar and E numbers. Luckily she was fast asleep in her travel cot before the sugar crash arrived. And I was picking crumbs off my party frock for the rest of the night…