The Claire Turns One

Well, we kept Claire alive for a whole year, which is more than I can say about any of the goldfish or plants that we've had (after our last fish miraculously survived us being gone for over a month, we decided he deserved a new home, so we gave him to my sister. He is doing quite well, and has even stopped his uncontrollable twitching, likely due to regular food and clean water).

As usual, Claire failed to be impressed. She just stared at us while we sang and blew her candle out.

She wasn't excited about her tambourine (even though the last time she saw one, she loved it). And though her favorite game is opening boxes destroying mail, she didn't seem interested in opening her presents.

She seemed mildly interested in her animal train, and stood her ground as it came towards her, singing manically. Even when it started to try and run over her foot, she didn't budge. Her rocking giraffe was her favorite present--well, the bow on its head was, anyway.

The present that got the most excitement from her was....nothing. She was literally staring at the carpet when this picture was taken. We'll pretend it was her cake or her rocking giraffe, though. I love her rocking giraffe, and I'm determined to have her love it, too. Since I've already successfully brainwashed her into loving her stuffed giraffe, I know it's possible.

Claire liked her ice cream, but hated how cold it was. 

We also went to a corn maze, where Claire loved traipsing about in her new sparkly shoes.

Claire didn't want us to hold her hand or pick her up--she's very independent. But since she's also really slow (we traveled about a foot a minute), we finally gave up and carried her in spite of her squalling protests.

It's hard to believe that Claire is already one. She's beginning to look  more and more like a little girl instead of a baby. 

Stay tuned for Halloween!