So my bald beauty just turned one! Yes, it's already been a year since I had her. It's amazing how time flies. There is a story behind her birthday cake. We first had a small party at my parent's house and, of course, we let her have her own piece of cake to do with whatever she wants. I suppose after getting fussed at several times for making really bad messes with food she just didn't want to make a mess. She poked the cake with the fork and with her finger, but just wouldn't dig in like she ought to. So we gave her a second chance on her real birthday. This time she made a mess with her hands but nothing else. She wasn't even interested in eating it. So after 10 minutes of just too much cleanliness, Dave took her little hand and rubbed it all over her face and hair.
