While cuddling in bed with The Quiet Contemplator one night, Kitty decided she wanted under the covers so she could snuggle, too. Kitty makes her way under the covers by forcefully butting her head into the area where the covers meet the bed, trying to burrow her way either under the sheets or to China, whichever comes first. The spot she picked for entry was right next to The Contemplator, so Kitty kept headbutting her in the side. The Quiet Contemplator looked up at me and said, "Mommy! Kitty is trying to eat me!" I die.
|A night alone building towers with TQC|
|A new dress for my friends' Indian wedding|
|Warhol soup cans|
|Swinging with The Cool Cucumber|
This is The Quiet Contemplator getting down to a band at a winery near my parents' house. The band loved her dancing so much that they gave her some maracas, then they brought her on stage. Scary thought for the future: she is only two and is already only interested in the drummer. Back off, Tommy Lee.