Annabelle hated her first piece of cake. It was a cupcake, actually. She looked at it, poked it a little, knocked it over, and started crying.
Fail.
For me and Bridget, mostly. We had been so excited about the experience. Our first baby! Her first piece of cake! It was going to be awesome!
But it wasn't. I'm pretty sure she didn't even take a bite.
Aurora gave us another chance, though. And man oh man, did she ever rise to the occasion. Sure, there was a little uncertainty, a little poking, a little thinking. But then it was on.
This is one of those moments when moving pictures are much better than words, so I'll let the next 2 minutes and 47 seconds tell the story:
In full disclosure, I ate the rest (most) of the piece after Aurora manhandled it. It was delicious, moist chocolate cake. No shame.
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