Two Birthday Girls

With girl birthdays only four days apart, a joint party was bound to happen sooner or later. This year was later, as our trip fell right in the middle of birthday week.


Clara got twelve candles.


Daisy got three. She went last. She is my third daughter to celebrate her third birthday in a bathing suit, I think. Not a time in life when you want a lot of extra fabric, I guess.


Felix and my mother. She is most excellent at birthday gifts.


Daisy gestures triumphantly at *all* the packages.


And works that pink ribbon.


A perfect example of the principle that the older you get, the smaller and more expensive your presents become. Season tickets to the symphony orchestra--the only thing Clara wanted.


For Daisy. She wore out the paperback version in the car by demanding over and over the chapter where Piglet is secretly slipped into Kanga's pocket and then given a torturous bath.

Clara does such a fine Eeyore.