When we brought the cake out, Meg stared at it for a few minutes. Then she did what all of us secretly long to do when we see a brightly colored cake with thick, rich frosting: she plunged her hands into it.

"Hmmm... what is this stuff?"

"I better give it a taste test."

"Blech! Too sweet!"

"Maybe just one more test..."

"Nope, I definitely don't like this stuff."

Messy hands!

Nana gives Meg a drink from a big-girl cup.

Margaret Helms, Meg's great-grandmother:

The two Margarets:

Opening presents with Daddy:

And with Mommy:

Three generations:

Happy Birthday, Baby!

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