We got to celebrate Clementine turning two the other day.
Her first birthday with us.
And I’m not sure who had more fun, Clementine or the rest of her crazy-for-Clementine family.
As she always does, Victoria wowed with a beautiful cake for the occasion: a four-layered, pink, polka-dotted cake, just for our girl.
We tried to make a mini-smashcake, just like the big version, but that didn’t go so well (although we did manage to eat it with a spoon off the cookie sheet).
So we bought a fancy cupcake instead.
Clementine didn’t seem to mind.
In fact, it seemed to smush just fine.
(To see 15 seconds of smashcake goodness on IG, click here.)
After a short break for a bath, and a wardrobe change, we moved on to the next portion of par-tay.
Presents.
Once again, Clementine seemed to know just what to do. She hadn’t opened a present since Christmas but the whole paper-ripping thing was like second nature.
Not sure if she loved the presents, the paper or the fact that all eyes were on her, but whatever it was, she was one very happy girl.
Happy, that is, until Baba tried to make her move on from her new, pinkalicious magnadoodle.
Until now, Clementine was sharing one very well-loved magnadoodle with a whole lot of siblings.
Clearly, she was pretty excited to have one to call her very own.
But then, more presents.
Triangular crayons. Tiny drawing pads.
And then – the finale.
A little bitty bike for our little bitty girl. In pink, of course. 
I kinda think she loved it.
Oh, Clementine. Words are inadequate to express how much having you in our family blesses us.
We love you all the way to the moon and back. Times a million.
Happy two, my tiny love.