Happy Birthday to our clever, smiley, teasing baby girl.
Claire is walking stably. She is saying a few words. She says uh-oh. She says momma and dada. Brad is convinced she says "I love you dada" (in an unclear, consonantless "Aye uhve oo Dada" sort of way). I've never heard her. But it's entirely plausible, I suppose, given how often she's heard the phrase.
She blows bubbles with her mouth.
She thinks it's hilarious to climb halfway up the stairs and turn around to make sure she's got Mommy or Daddy's attention. And then she crawls in a laughing frenzy as we chase her down.
She is sleeping through the night. Finally. With all the chaos it took a while for us to settle into a routine. But after a song and the shutting of our closet door (yes, she sleeps in our closet), she settles herself into peaceful slumber without even a whimper.
She makes funny faces.
My girls. I love them to pieces.