

Before we even finished singing "happy birthday", Cailin had managed to swipe some icing for tasting. But, once we pushed the cake in front of her, in the blink of eye, she looked like the picture above and below.
She tasted it; she squeezed it between her fingers; she smeared it all around; and she put her foot in it.
This was the end of the birthday cake.
This is the end of the bed. Every time I place Cailin on the bed, she crawls to the end of the bed and stands up to lean over the rail. I am always afraid she will fall or get stuck. Well, the latter happened and when I turned around and saw this I thought it was too funny. She was stuck in mid air just below the top of the rail and her feet were not touching the floor. So what do I do? I reach for the camera instead of helping her up, because after all, she is laughing too.