I know the party's not until tomorrow....

But I may have gotten a little camera-happy today...



I like this one. Mostly because she's wearing that reflective 'Let's see, what can I hit Dad in the head with...' look. (She opted for Mr. Bunny. He came flying at me roughly two seconds after I took the picture.)

It's so hard to believe that she's a year old. I remember spending the whole flight back from Rio a year ago thinking Moira was going to murder me on sight if I didn't get there in time. I remember Scott reminding me that they weren't going to let me into the delivery room if I didn't, you know, take off the leathers and shower first.

And then, of course, Moira throwing a cup of ice at my head.