Siiiiiiigggghhhhhhhhh...

Forgive me for not posting until now - it's been a somewhat trying couple of weeks.

My theory is that Lilah's gonna be a heck of a jazz musician, cuz she's gettin' really good at improvising.

One day she'll be peaceful and easy, and then the next she'll cry and cry and cry - she's fed, changed, and adored, but nothing seems to calm her.

And just when I'm about ready to open a classified ad for 'Wanted - Jedi', I look down at what was once a little ball of fussy energy, and she gives me this:


As Phyllis Diller said, "A smile is the curve that sets all things straight."

This can't be my girl...she can't possibly come from part of me. My wife, I can understand, but there's something else going on here...

I swear she's made of magic.