This is kind of (more like totally) a ridiculous thing to commemorate on a blog, but Clara got her first knee scrape this past Sunday. Of many, I'm sure.
Now every time I see those little scrapes I just envision a full-blown grown up girl, scraping her knees on the sidewalk, jumping off of the swings, smelling like sweat and playground sand. It makes me want to burrow into her little side rolls and hang on tight to her last bit of babyhood that is slowly but surely slipping away. If only this whole growing up thing were an April fools joke!