My twin granddaughters celebrated their second birthday yesterday. Their daddy--my oldest son--made their birthday cakes. One of the girls sleeps with a giant-sized soft Pooh Bear every night, and the other sleeps with a giant-sized soft Tigger. So he decided to make cakes that looked like the girls' favorite cartoon characters/sleep buddies.
Here's his rendition of everyone's favorite "bear of little brain":
Birthday cakes were always an important component of the birthday celebrations we had in our house when our boys were youngsters. My oldest son, in fact, was in the middle of eating the Cookie Monster cake I'd made for his second birthday
My son tends to be too critical of his own work (wonder where he gets that from?), and he said he thought the two new character cakes weren't as good as the Elmo cake he made for the twins last year.