...second-child syndrome. At least these pictures are getting posted within two weeks of her actual birthday. Someday she can analyze this with her shrink.
I overdid it with Charlie's first birthday and I think I'm still recovering. So for Clara's, we gathered a few family members and a few friends and called it a party. I limited myself to one craft:
...three generations. Clara is wearing the dress I wore on my first birthday. Vintage with a little bit of mod thanks to some ruffle butts:
...well, this face kind of sums up Clara's thoughts on cakes in general:
...Clara's bottom lip started making an appearance when we sang the birthday song, and Charlie promptly started his own chant of, "My turn, my turn, my turn, my turn, my turn." In our family, we celebrate anything Charlie says, so we re-lit the candle, stuck it in Charlie's cupcake, and sang happy birthday to him. Poor, confused little boy:
...beautiful birthday girl:
...beautiful (running) birthday girl:
...we spent her actual birthday at home. With balloons:
...and more, "meh," cake faces:
...she takes my breath away.