Notice that I didn't say "enjoying reading the Fry's ad."
She crumples newspapers within an inch of their lives and then goes on with her day like nothing has happened.
So fierce.
Voici la Fille
I bought Smacky a wheeled xylophone before she was born, anticipating (hoping for) musical talent to rear its delightful head.
Here are Smacky and Gary, lounging around at coffee on Saturday. It was a chilly day but the walk was nice, the sun was warming, and the coffee was gooooood. Plus bunny came, too, which seems now like a treat since I can't find her anywhere.
Smacky and I woke up at 4:44 this morning (don't ask me why, it was her idea) and Gary, being the baby-sleeping wizard that he is, got her to sleep from 7:30 to ... last I heard, she's still asleep, and it's 9:30.