It was an especially beautiful fall day if not for the wind.  (Claire in awe of the horse and under Grandma's protection from him. 

Duh.  Of course she loves cake, and it's from scratch.  Grandma Deb sent us home with some of each of the two cakes (two birthday girls) and it is hard to tell which one she likes best.  She had the pink party cake first and so might be spoiled for life, but had the family sacred recipe for chocolate wacky cake with coconutty frosting in quick succession and showed appropriate appreciation for that as well.  She definately wasn't expecting such a wonderful send off as 2 cakes and leftovers to take home.  Thanks Grandma Deb!  She now knows the real meaning for and frequently makes the mmmm mmmm mmmm sound while chewing stuff now.  On Monday morning at home Dad shared a small bit with her and without prompting she said MMM MMMM MMMMM.  It was great.