Hip-hop debut.

Katie and I were a little bit surprised when Clara started
with the phat stylin' and whatnot, but perhaps this is just
evidence that musical taste is genetically programmed.

We already told her that we're drawing the line at gold
chains, though. She whimpered and cried a little when she
heard this, but I think that she knows it's for the best.

Chillaxin'

Just doing what she does best - hanging out naked, doing her little koala thing.

Now that's living.

Tribute to our new best friend

Oh bouncing pea, where have you been all of my life?

Actually, never mind. It doesn't matter where you've been, as long as you're here today. And tomorrow. And the day after that.

Who knew that a green yoga ball would be the little magic trick that will work in getting Clara to sleep when all other techniques are for naught? Simply marvelous - that's all that I can say about it.

And it has the added bonus of making squishy sounds on the hardwood floor when in use.