Clare turned nine today! NINE! She is practically a teenager!
Will took her over to the American Girl doll store for lunch--which I think was a stress-test. You had to see how much pink you could visually endure before you broke down and spent thousands of dollars on stuff for a doll. Lucky for me, Will has the emotional strength of a Tibetan monk. He did not cave to the pink torture. He did cave to his daughter's adorableness...a little...she got a shirt and her doll got a shirt.
Clare did get some American Girl doll knock off stuff for her birthday (we are super classy parents).
Colter tried to blow out the candles on her birthday cake. I think he has stolen the birthday wish of every person in our family since his second birthday. He gets how birthday wishes work and he wants them all.
Is she cute or what? I sure am thankful to have Clare in our family. She is kind and sweet (most of the time). She is always happy and cheerful. She puts up with a lot--being the middle child and all.
I love you Clare-bear.
Happy birthday.
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