Thankful.

Wilbur wants to wish everyone a Happy Thanksgiving.

I'm sure Josephine would, too, but she can't talk yet. Though now that they have been formally introduced, Wilbur has promised to commence language lessons. So far she emulates his huffing and puffing PRECISELY, (the main difference being that she huffs when you put her down and Wilbur huffs upon being picked up).

What can I say? I'm thankful for my expressive little mammals.

Here's hoping that you're all stuffed to the gills with blessings and delightful food.

Happy Thanksgiving.

Sean's overalls

The overalls originally blogcasted here, when she was the mere size of an avocado and I couldn't fathom having a child that would ever wear such huge garments, are now HERE (and I can't quite fathom ever not having a child that wore this exact size garment):

(These are also from mid-October. I'm still behind in my uploads.)

I'm kind of tired of the cheese.

Here are three pictures I took of her a month ago where she's NOT cheesing for the camera. I thought this would be a welcome change of pace.

Of course, the carnivore in her shines through in any photo session...

Failure of the World's Smallest Playpen

For a brief moment, I thought I had a brilliant idea.
But I was clearly wrong.

(Sean was trying to pack for his trip to Atlanta, and he obviously needed help. Josephine to the rescue.)

Part Beaver?

Those top teeth are coming in HUUUUUGE. Wow.

(Sorry for the up-the-nose shot. You can be glad that her nostrils look far better here than they do today; she's caught the cold her daddy's had all week. Between that and a stupid mosquito that's been lurking in her room somewhere, she's been rather tormented lately.)