Ready for my close-up, Mr. Demille.

Happy Birthday Mama!

Paperback writer.

Up a tree.

Hanging out.

Flashback.

Remember this post? Yeah.

Slinky? Still awesome.

Grandpa should really not be allowed to find a place to sit at the mall.

1 year

Dear Claire,

Today, you are one year old. Twelve whole months. And you are such a big girl.

We went to Guapo's to eat for your birthday, and everyone came.

Unfortunately, you weren't such a big fan of the cake. Or the sombrero. Or the mariachi band. But I'm sure you'll get over that. You know, someday.

You aren't walking yet, but you are a really good cruiser. You say a few words - Mama, baby, and bye. You have finally started sleeping in your crib. Maybe one of these days you'll sleep through the night.

Happy birthday, my little baby bear. Our lives are so much more complete with you in it, and I can't believe that you are one year old already. Time flies when you're having fun.

Love,

Mama

Claire Amanda

22lbs 11oz, 30 3/4in.

The morning after.

Hope you had as good a New Year's as we did!