Denis A. Gagnon thanks, I'll try... At least I had a chance to give her the cake, after waiting for four hours. So at least she's seen it, not sure if she may eat it. Had I followed her mother's demand and left it outside the door, she may never even have seen it...
Be a good father for yourself. It's the best place to start, I find. If she doesn't notice it now, she will when she's older. Either way you have nothing to regret. We aspire to live as good people, not because others will appreciate and acknowledge it (although it's nice when they do) but because it feels right to us to do so.
I know at least two father's who spent little time with their daughter's as children for whatever circumstance. They kept up with newspaper clippings both public and from the school as best they could, sent birthday cards etc regardless of what mother would do, and eventually formed a viable relationship with her. I don't know you or your ex, but from here it seems very unfair.
Rob Bonewitz Sounds familiar. Things I send don't necessarily get to her... Sorry, I usually keep this to myself, it was just a bigger disappointment than I already had expected. I knew I wasn't allowed to spend her birthday with my daughter, but I had hoped I could at least give her something nice and talk to her a little.
Last year we went to the zoo and had a wonderful day, the year before (when we all still lived together) I carried her up a mountain with monkeys. Interestingly, that first birthday was the one her mother refused to spend with her, no matter how many times I asked.
And should her mother read this: I don't care. Complain all you like, distort all you like, one day Karin will start asking questions and won't be satisfied with the nonsense she's being fed now. Looking forward to that...
Btw, if someone wants to know how this was done: Inside is a regular cake dough, with which I baked a small cylinder the diameter of the grass below Totoro. (Yes, that's supposed to be grass.) No fancy pudding layers, I was worried that might complicate things.
The cylinder was cut into two disks, one for the grass, one for Totoro. For the Totoro shape I used the same template I made for Totoro cookies some time ago. Roughly cutting with a knife, then fine cutting with scissors, because none of my knives was sharp enough for such a soft dough.
Everything outside is marzipan. Since I have to make that anyway from almond powder and powdered sugar, adding some food dye to the water is no problem. Green and blue were the basic layers, everything else was put on top of those. So yes, also all the brown parts are marzipan, no chocolate involved, not even cocoa.
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Denis A. Gagnon ah, thanks, but I'm not sure about that...
好有愛的爸爸😊😊
Such things done for children do not require perfection. And yes doing them does make a good father.
Yeah, it's just that a father without his daughter is not really a father...
That's sweet, SuperDad!! Happy 3rd Birthday to your daughter, may God granted her all the best things in life.. :)
Priceless.
Denis A. Gagnon thanks, I'll try... At least I had a chance to give her the cake, after waiting for four hours. So at least she's seen it, not sure if she may eat it. Had I followed her mother's demand and left it outside the door, she may never even have seen it...
What a wonderful way to show her you love her, whether she was allowed to eat it or not. You're a lovely papa, Olaf.
Meg L thanks, but I wonder for whom...
Be a good father for yourself. It's the best place to start, I find. If she doesn't notice it now, she will when she's older. Either way you have nothing to regret. We aspire to live as good people, not because others will appreciate and acknowledge it (although it's nice when they do) but because it feels right to us to do so.
I know at least two father's who spent little time with their daughter's as children for whatever circumstance. They kept up with newspaper clippings both public and from the school as best they could, sent birthday cards etc regardless of what mother would do, and eventually formed a viable relationship with her. I don't know you or your ex, but from here it seems very unfair.
Rob Bonewitz Sounds familiar. Things I send don't necessarily get to her... Sorry, I usually keep this to myself, it was just a bigger disappointment than I already had expected. I knew I wasn't allowed to spend her birthday with my daughter, but I had hoped I could at least give her something nice and talk to her a little.
Last year we went to the zoo and had a wonderful day, the year before (when we all still lived together) I carried her up a mountain with monkeys. Interestingly, that first birthday was the one her mother refused to spend with her, no matter how many times I asked.
And should her mother read this: I don't care. Complain all you like, distort all you like, one day Karin will start asking questions and won't be satisfied with the nonsense she's being fed now. Looking forward to that...
Btw, if someone wants to know how this was done: Inside is a regular cake dough, with which I baked a small cylinder the diameter of the grass below Totoro. (Yes, that's supposed to be grass.) No fancy pudding layers, I was worried that might complicate things.
The cylinder was cut into two disks, one for the grass, one for Totoro. For the Totoro shape I used the same template I made for Totoro cookies some time ago. Roughly cutting with a knife, then fine cutting with scissors, because none of my knives was sharp enough for such a soft dough.
Everything outside is marzipan. Since I have to make that anyway from almond powder and powdered sugar, adding some food dye to the water is no problem. Green and blue were the basic layers, everything else was put on top of those. So yes, also all the brown parts are marzipan, no chocolate involved, not even cocoa.
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