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kids' birthday cakes
Where the magic happens: Kids' cakes
I also take great care in making cakes for the little ones' birthdays, paying attention to every detail, from the harmony of colours to the cute figures and unique designs.
I will be happy to have an inspiration picture attached to the idea, but it is important to note that I make cakes similar to the pictures, I do not make specific copies, I can use the pictures you send me as inspiration to create my own cakes.
The smallest size available is 8 slices, followed by 12, 16-slice versions. You can also request a larger number of slices, in which case please specify the approximate size you require.
In terms of the frosting, you can choose between a cake covered with meringue or covered with fondant, this is mostly influenced by the design.
I make all the figures and accessories for the cakes by hand, which is why my cakes are unique, and therefore I always give a unique quote for the cake you want to order.
Complete the magic with a personalized tale!
A custom story, written to match your cake, makes for a unique and truly unforgettable gift.
I've always loved literature, reading books, browsing through them and later formulating my own ideas, creating my own unique stories. That's how my stories were born, which you can read below the tab.
To create a personalized story for your cake, please share a few details with me:
- For whom the story is written
- How old is the celebrated child
- What personality, how would you describe
- What he likes to do
- Who is around you in the family (siblings, animals)
- Any thoughts you think are important about the birthday boy or girl, or if there's a theme you'd like the story to be written about.
The price of the story depends on the length and number of characters, I will give you a quote in advance.
The story takes 3 weeks to complete.
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On his first birthday, Hugo was on holiday somewhere far away, in another country. He was very happy to see his grandparents, who he hadn't seen for a long time.
He was a very happy child, happy to see something new and different, he loved to explore new things and have new adventures.
One day, equipped with his sandpit kit, he took a trip to the beach. It was great fun building sandcastles, then starting all over again, building more and more.
He was already at the sandcastle when a loud, giggling group of children ran past him, waving something large and colourful over a long rope. A smaller rope was also hanging from the fabric, coloured with tiny ribbons, and the wind blew it around and around in a tiny circle in the blue sky.
As he learned, these things are called kites.
She really liked this game, and the little group of kids running around together, and she would have loved to join them.
-"But you can't do without a kite," he thought, as he finished the roof of his last sandcastle.
In the midst of all this thinking, a raindrop landed on her pissy nose. He looked up and saw the thick clouds of rain that were about to fall.
He quickly packed his sandpit kit, put on his green hat and hurried off, wondering where he could get himself a kite.
The thought haunted him in his sleep, although he had not managed to work out a solution by morning.
During the night there was a great rain and wind, and he found the branches of many trees broken, and his toys, which he had left outside, scattered in the garden. So she set to work to put them all back together, and put them all back in their proper places. He carried the broken branches to the end of the garden in a pile, and when he had finished the last of them, he noticed that a rope was wrapped around one of the branches. He twisted and untangled the rope, when he realised that at the other end of the rope was nothing but a beautiful butter-coloured kite.
He even clapped his tiny palms together in glee. He managed to free her from the tree branch, but was a little saddened to see the kite hopping and moping.
-Why are you crying? - asked Hugo the kite
-I got caught in a storm overnight, and the wind from the other side of the island blew me all the way here. I fell on a tree in your garden, and accidentally knocked over a little bird's nest, and it plucked a piece of my canvas in its anger. And the tiny ribbons were all torn from me. Now I'm useless, no child will be able to play with me.
Hugo looked at the battered kite with a worried expression.
Suddenly, he grabbed his head and ran into the house, returning with a thick piece of thread, a piece of cloth and a large needle.
-I think the tear is too big to just stitch it up, but with this patch, I think I can repair your injury!
Then, with great enthusiasm, he began to sew up the torn kite. And instead of colourful ribbons, she sewed tiny green tassels around the edges of the kite. She finished it quite quickly and smiled proudly.
But the kite was still sad.
-"So no one will want me any more." he said mournfully.
-I would be happy to save you!
The kite wondered.
-Would you still need them?
-You may not be a perfect kite anymore, but with this patch you're much more special than the others. Even more so for me, because I was the one who healed you! I would love to have you as my kite! How would you like to be one?
-"I would be happiest if you were to be my windmill from now on!" she clung to Hugo's hand with sincere happiness.
Every day since then, Hugo and the kite have gone down to the beach and played until dark. Hugo made lots of new friends with whom they could fly their kites. As all the kites kite-circled in the wind at the same time, everyone mistook which was his kite.
Except Hugo, of course, who had the most extraordinary kite.
Mira the bunny girl and Abel the bunny boy loved storybooks. They spent most of the day hiding in the books, reading the stories to each other.
Yes, they did, but then they realised that they had run out of books, they had read all the stories, they had no new stories. And since they liked the exciting, traveling stories best, Mira decided to go on a long trip and bring a dozen new books as a surprise for Abel's birthday.
The bookstore was two bends past the bear's hill, which would have been a long way off with rabbit legs, so he decided to take his pink striped hot air balloon on the long trip.
The weather birds were calling for a storm, but Mira was undeterred.
She knew that Abel would object, and she didn't want to give him the surprise, so she said she would bring some food for the garden flowers, because she saw that they were beginning to wither and wilt, and it was only the beginning of July.
Abel was very worried about him, he didn't understand why it was so important for him to leave now, they would plant new flowers next year. But he couldn't convince Mira, so he had to help her get the hot air balloon up in the air.
Mira promised him she would be back by the evening, so he needn't worry.
As they waved to each other in the distance, a tear rolled out of each of their eyes, they had never been apart for a whole day.
What could be done, Ábel took out the books he had read many times before and read and read all day. He was so engrossed in his reading that he didn't notice that the day had gone by and that his eyes were getting heavy.
The chirping of birds woke him from his sleep. He stretched, then suddenly the events of the previous day flashed before him.
He jumped out of bed and started looking for his brother, but he was nowhere to be found.
He was really scared, as Mira was due back in the evening. He felt so guilty that he had fallen asleep and was only now going in search of her.
He pulled on his rabbit boots and dug his single-seater plane out of the shed to go in search of Mira.
The sun was already shining pleasantly, with only a few unlucky trees showing signs of the previous day's storm.
He flew through the clouds, his eyes constantly scanning the ground.
Suddenly, he spotted the top of Mira's pink and yellow striped hot air balloon next to a big tree and gave a big bang in his excitement.
He began his descent, waving happily at Mira.
The bunny girl was hopping around on the tree's overhanging roots, but when she saw her brother, she forgot all her sorrow.
-How did you get here, brother? -asked Mira
-I fell asleep reading last night, and in the morning I woke up to find you gone. I was so frightened that I immediately started looking for you! Promise me you'll never, ever leave me alone again!" said Abel, distraught.
Mira hugged her rabbit sister with tears in her eyes.
-I am so happy that you came looking for me! In the great windstorm my hot air balloon got caught in the tree and ripped it out! So I couldn't go home, I was stuck here!
-Don't worry, I've brought my travelling DIY equipment, we'll patch it up in no time, and it'll be as good as new!
So they set to work sewing the hot air balloon, and soon it was ready.
Mira pulled a dozen new books out of the balloon basket and placed them in Abel's hand.
-God bless my brother! This is my birthday surprise! I didn't set out for flowers, but to surprise you!
Abel was beaming with happiness. Then suddenly he felt ashamed.
-But I didn't even prepare a present for you, I forgot that today is our birthday!
-I don't even need a birthday present anymore! You gave me the greatest gift of all by coming looking for me!
The two rabbit brothers hugged each other and then hopped and hopped to their aircraft, which flew them home on the wind.
Once upon a time, there was a little boy, Hugo, whose dream was to have a real motorbike that would take him wherever he wanted to go, and together they could win real races.
Hugo once heard a friend say that if you go out under the stars before your birthday, find your own star sign in the sky and say your wish out loud, your dream will come true the next day.
Hugo believed it and didn't believe it, but he felt he had nothing to lose. So in the evening he set to work hard, and then went to bed much earlier than usual, in the hope that the morning would come first.
Of course, Hugo's parents knew what their son wanted, and under the cover of night they smuggled the coveted shiny red motorbike to his bedside.
The morning really came early. The first rays of sunlight hit the window, and the engine's rear-view mirror cast a beam of light on the sleeping boy. Hugo rubbed his eyes and then saw the red frame. He rubbed his eyes again, blinked once more, but the engine was still there. He couldn't see it wrong, there really was a motorbike next to his bed.
He ran to his parents, hugged them, kissed them, and told them what he wished for under the stars, and that it must be a miracle engine, because his wish had miraculously come true. His parents just smiled and nodded, delighted to see their little boy happy. His mother packed him a sandwich and sent his adventurous little boy on his way.
Hugo got on the bike, turned the handlebars to the right and left, but he felt the bike would take him where he wanted to go. He didn't resist, enjoying the caress of the wafting air.
The motorbike stopped, and before long, one, two, three, then more and more bikes appeared, with smiling, excited little boys on their backs.
Then suddenly he heard a huge whistle, and flags were flying high in the air. That's when Hugo realised that this was a real motorcycle race! He gripped the handlebars of his bike, leaned forward and, eyes sparkling, they took off.
They were neck and neck with the others, and just before the last corner Hugo felt his bike taking control of him, and he was getting further and further ahead of the others.
Needless to say, Hugo won by metres ahead of the others.
After the race, the other young boys were amazed to get a closer look at the famous red bike that won the race by the biggest margin ever.
Hugo smiled proudly as he got back on his bike, and couldn't wait to get home to tell his parents about his exciting and magical day.
His mother was waiting for him with a birthday dinner and a real birthday cake, and needless to say, the cake had the same red motorbike on it.
Hugo went to bed at night full of happiness and couldn't wait for the next morning to see what new adventures he would have on his magical motorbike.
Once upon a time, there was a little boy called Zsombor.
Zsombor was a really naughty boy, full of joie de vivre, curiosity and fun. As he grew, he became more and more skilful and could even take a few steps on his own, something he was very proud of.
His mum used to take him for a long walk in his pram up the hillside, and he loved it because he could watch the moving branches of the trees, the water of the lake glistening in the distance, and if they were lucky, they could even see deer running across the field.
It was on one such walk that he noticed a light brown patch in the grass at the edge of the woods. At first he couldn't tell what it was, but as they got closer, the outline of a small, battered teddy bear began to emerge. The bear was lying on the ground so sad that Zsombor's mum took pity on it, picked it up and took it home with them. When they got home, she gave the teddy bear a bath in the washing machine, which Zsombor watched with rapt attention. His mother then sewed up his torn ears, dried his wet fur, and placed him in Zsombor's hands.
Zsombor put the teddy bear on the shelf in the playroom, so he could play with it in peace.
He took out his big toy chest and dug out his favourite games one by one. He leafed through his colourful storybooks, but somehow the pages didn't tell him the same exciting stories today.
He started to assemble his little railway, but he couldn't fit the pieces together, and the train wouldn't glide on the tracks, so he put that aside too.
His tiny drum was also found, but the drumsticks clanged dully, as if they hadn't wanted to play today.
For some reason, none of the games brought joy.
His favourite ball rested sorrowfully in the corner, his windmill, always moved by the breeze, now just stared at him, and even the little aeroplane would not obey him, constantly slipping from his little hands. Zsombor grew sadder and sadder, he could not understand what was happening.
Her dad had been watching her from the doorway for some time, and now he kindly stroked her and brought her the teddy bear.
-Perhaps games want you to play with your new friend, not alone. Don't put it on the shelf, you'll find it's much better together than alone. He rose and went quietly out of the room.
Zsombor thought for a moment, then he put the teddy bear on his lap and started playing again, but not alone this time.
Then the miracle happened: the whole room seemed to wake up!
On the pages of storybooks, the characters came to life, the train whistled loudly before rolling into the tunnel. The drum played its merry tune, its striped ball bounced happily, its windmill began to spin slowly, and its lovely aeroplane soared high in the air.
Zsombor laughed happily, which made the room even more cheerful. The whole afternoon was a game, and then the next, and the next.
It was then that Zsombor understood the joy of playing together. He learned that sharing our joy with someone only makes it greater.
It makes our partner happy, and thus we ourselves become happy. Because when happiness is shared, there is always more of it.
From that day on, Zsombor never played alone. He always had his teddy bear by his side, with whom he was now happy to share his toys.
