You say it's your birthday...
Just like her Papa Stew, Claire seems to have a birthday every other day. Yesterday happened to be Claire's
9-month birthday. To celebrate, Stew dressed her up in bib overalls, put her on the floor to crawl around, then went downstairs to watch The View, leaving me to babysit the birthday girl. Then again, he does this about every day, so I guess Claire's birthday was no different than most other days. Crawling around on the dirty hardwood floors must be some sort of rite of passage. I recall Stew and Uncle Frannie's 37th birthday blowout a couple summers ago. Sometime after 2AM, Frannie was found sliding face-first across the hardwood floors in the living room... "film at eleven," as they say. I've got a photo somewhere but no time to dig it up.
In the meantime, I've got my hands full with Claire. I hope to blog much more tomorrow, but that's entirely up to Claire.
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