It's hard to believe it's been a whole year since Claire was born...and a whole eight months since she stopped screaming.
Queen for a day. Much more than a day, actually...
That drool is to be expected. She seems to be getting about six upper teeth in all at the same time.
Once cake, one candle. As Henry says, this one is "made from homemade."
Cue obligatory shots of sugary, goopy, cakey mess...
Looks like that sugar coma hit a little early. But she liked it, no surprise. If you think this is gross, her bathwater looked like the post-Deepwater Horizon Gulf Coast.
You should have seen the other guy.
"Friends" means never having to explain why you're in the bathroom with each other while on the toilet or balancing a stick on your face.
Pop teaches Claire an important summer lesson: how to eat watermelon.
This is the hat Claire would have worn to the Royal Wedding had she not declined the invitation (or to the Kentucky Derby if she were old enough for bourbon).
She sat this one out, watching us from the shore and occasionally chewing on pine cones.
Henry handles the fishing pole. Unfortunately, the fish weren't biting that day, so he got a realistic introduction to the sport.
Henry waits, very seriously, for that bus ride
