Someone Turns One (Spoiler Alert: It's Fiona!).

My littlest baby was born a year ago today. It's pretty unbelievable.

We had a little party for her this weekend, with some of our friends. We made it nice and colorful. And sweet.

My mother-in-law fabricated an amazing rainbow-layered cake, complete with candy ribbons and a licorice monogram.

It was a rainy day, the light was horrible, and these pictures don't even come close to doing it justice.

She even made Fiona her own personal rainbow-layered cupcake, which I offered her through gritted teeth (she is still a baby, after all).

Fiona tasted it curiously, but wasn't nearly as enthusiastic as I thought she might be. See, still a baby!

I requested that our guests not bring traditional presents (we're simplifying, remember?), but asked that they instead bring a letter, picture, or other contribution to a Birthday Time Capsule for Fiona to open on her 12th birthday--to remind 12-year-old-her of how loved she has always been. It was really fun to see some of the things people contributed--lots of letters and children's artwork, but also a "TeenBop" (or some such thing) magazine, a pack of "silly bands," and a couple mix-CDs.

I had our party guests sign the outside of the box, as a record of who was there. I'm waiting on a few last-minute contributions that people have said are coming, after which we'll seal it up with packaging tape and put it away for 11 years.

I made her a little birthday banner, and a "1" t-shirt to wear on her special day.

It was a nice afternoon with our friends, and a wonderful way to celebrate this little girl whom we love so much. She is our third child, our second daughter, and yet she is something so entirely her own, so different from her big brother and sister, and as she unfolds before us we are more and more enamored of her every day.

Sweet, one-year-old, baby perfection.