I can’t believe our little baby girl is turning three already. To commemorate, I’ve photographed her doing her favorite activity: staring out the window at the rain.
Also, I made her a glamping tent. As expected, she couldn’t care less when I first presented it to her; but later in the night, I didn’t hear from her for a while and finally found her inside the tent. It made my heart happy.
Happy birthday, baby girl. May you live to be 100. Because my heart can’t handle it otherwise.
Just like the fruit, Clementine can be filled with sweetness. She’ll follow me around the house and all she wants is a good petting. She’ll snuggle up to me when I’m watching TV or working on the computer. She always runs out to greet me when I come home. She’s Tristan’s best friend, and shows him all the time.
But there are also times when she’s a little sour. She’s not afraid to let people know she’s not in the mood to be picked up. If Tristan is getting a little rambunctious, she’ll give him a confident swat on the cheek.
Clementine Isabella Do. She’s a lady and she knows it.
Here are the many faces of Clementine. My favorite is the squinty-eyed pout.
Here’s my omgoshimasu moment of the day. So glad I got Tristan a pet.