Is it possible that a world once existed in which there was no Claire Camille Mucker? I find it hard to believe, but given that today we celebrated her first birthday I suppose it must be true.
She's followed in her parents' out-sized socialising footsteps by booking a room in the community centre for her party, their humble flat not being big enough for all her friends. There a clear split developed between the 5-and-unders (pink balloons, sweeties) and everyone else (G&T's, red wine).
Soon the cake appeared and, in fine tradition, Claire got to take the first slice. She's never been shy with food, but when the chocolate became smeared so thickly across her face that she couldn't open her eyes parental intervention was required.
The lady of the hour.
Ever-practical Dad fixes up the pinata.
It may not be her party, but Fini is always the queen.
Logan! Big, and running around fast.
Cake supplied by master baker Moran.
Claire got the hang of presents pretty quickly.
Here today...
Gone!
But Daddy, when I asked for a pony...
