...the holidays.
Clove and Clementine pomanders. What? They're supposed to be clove-studded oranges? Who the h-e-double hockey sticks has time for ORANGES?! We're just lucky I'm not doing clove-studded kumquats.
Josephine, showing more of her emerging vision and already remarkable creativity made the funky "noman" (again with the dipthongs) in the foreground. She then left to go and look through the dirty south window at the mangy squirrel we've been feeding. We call him "Fatty Fatty Boombalatti", and believe it or not -- Boo Boo has not tried to kill him.
Boo actually sits within feet of Fatty and watches him eat Josie's bread crusts.
And, I'm wondering, what is with the partially hairless squirrels running around Toronto lately?
Josephine is going to grow up thinking squirrels look like naked mole rats at this rate. Whatever disease is affecting them is ruining my kid's picturesque childhood.
Oh, Boo Boo. It's kind of rainy outside. Do I detect a glimmer of hopefulness which might beget some gratitude? Maybe we should let you in.
Or, you know...
...maybe not.
