actually, you - the person reading this - might be the only faithful reader, but just say for the sake of argument that there are others like you
who have been hanging on the edge of a cliff for the last 10 days and are starting to think that your hopes for a Part II will remain eternally unfulfilled, well, this post was written to provide that catharsis which is so hard to find these days.
Clara was lucky enough to be able to kick it with both sides of the family this Christmas, and she was kind enough to demonstrate her various skills over the course of the morning that they were able to visit. She moves so quickly, though, that we were only capture a small number of these moments. But just close your eyes and picture a spazzy little gal who likes squeaking and classifies everything as either "need to chew" or "need to chew again", and you'll have the right idea.
Calm before the storm of excitement.
Reprising her role as le pièce de résistance.
Looking earnest. (I might also note that this was the first day in a loooong time that all of her hair could be found within half an inch of her head.)
Since Christmas, we've also been beginning the long journey of introducing Clara to the concept of solid food. You know the one - it begins with rice cereal and ends 19 years later with mushrooms. Not being one to turn down an opportunity to stick something new in her mouth, she's exuberantly embarked on this quest. See, for example, the following pictures of her taking to water like a fish to, um, well, yeah.
Katie and I often watch the Simpsons while eating dinner, but something about Clara's impersonation of Barney Gumbel tells me that we should perhaps wait until after she's gone to bed...
Our house apparently has a problem with static electricity in the wintertime.
Keep it comin', Mom.
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