Wednesday, August 4, 2010

What's new, Pussycat?

Nothing's new, that's what. Not a single thing. Except for a couple of brand new, razor-edged, pearly white teeth, I've realized that not much has changed. When my kids were little my house was a wreck from dawn to midnight. I thought I got better at keeping up with things but it turns out that in reality they got better at not destroying.

I have a little kid here, and she's brought the housewreck back with her. The daytime hours just fly by and before I know it, the day is over, nothing is done, and the little kid has consumed everyone's time, energy, and concentration.

But oh, what a little kid she is.


  1. I just don't see how she could be any more wonderful than she is--wreckage and all!

  2. she looks suspicious in this pic - like she doesnt believe a word you are saying.

  3. She looks like she might be getting ready to attack you with her sharp shark teeth. Be careful Clifford! You're next!!

  4. Please...oh, please...feed that child!! She looks like she's starving.

    What a beaut! And, I think I see some naughty in those eyes.