We had cake after dinner-a tradition that I stick with. It was so funny to watch because instead of diving into the cake with gusto like my other two girls did at that age-she prettily ate with her pincher grasp and barely got any frosting or cake crumbs on her. I mean we are used to laying down a tarp and hosing the children down after thier first birthdays because usually they would have cake up their noses, in thier hair-their eyelashes-one even had gotten some in her ear. But not with Brooke-she ate so delicately and clean that all I had to do was wash her hands and wipe that frosting mustache off her face. Already a little lady.