we have piles of people coming for thanksgiving, which seemed like a good idea at the time...well, at the end of the week we'll all either be in food comas or we'll be dead. we were trying to get the house clean, but claire was being absolutely no help. first she created piles of laundry and then refused to fold any of it.
then she cried when she was supposed to dry the dishes. cry baby.
then she became a suspicious, though adorable, peach for her Grandma Fair. She looks like she's plotting to urp. or destroy the world. whichever.
This morning, Claire enjoyed a leisurely bath, after which she lounged around in her robe, posing, eating a late brunch, and generally being lazy.
however, she did have a few brief moments where she channeled Rocky--i'll have to see if i can find her some minuscule boxing gloves for her...
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