I should have known you'd end up being the world's tiniest teenager: you take after your mama. May you always retain your panache for mixing prints and textures, and may your inevitable "I wear black on the outside because black is how I feel on the inside" phase be short, relatively painless, and as poetry-free as possible.
Happy birthday, chicken.
She's precious. Happy Birthday, Molly!
Posted by: MommyK | November 07, 2007 at 09:35 AM
What an absolute cutie! Happy Birthday to her!
Posted by: baggage | November 07, 2007 at 11:59 AM
Happy Birthday, Molly!
Posted by: Becky | November 07, 2007 at 12:33 PM
OMG. Even her hair is the same as you used to wear it. Holy Cow! Don't ever let her dye it red.
Happy Happy Birthday my tiny little peanut.
Posted by: Grammy | November 07, 2007 at 12:51 PM
Well little one, (meaning molly,) at this age I was your mommies favorite aunt and now here you are looking just like her. I feel old yet somehow you make me feel young again. luv ya! Auntie N
Posted by: Auntie Nancy | November 07, 2007 at 01:05 PM
Happy Birthday M1!
Posted by: SARA | November 07, 2007 at 02:06 PM
She is too much. Our songwriting firm is still working on a Molly song, one that avoids the phrase "good golly!" It's almost impossible.
Posted by: Dang | November 09, 2007 at 03:13 PM
She is sooooooooo cute!!!
Posted by: Wendy | November 12, 2007 at 08:37 PM
Heh, I made that scarf! Happy Birthday, baby. I promise your mean old aunt will get you your gift soon!
Posted by: Auntiquette | November 21, 2007 at 02:47 PM