Attack of the ham (and oh wow, is she ever).

Aftermath.

Good thing she's not vain about her hair yet, eh?

What, our daughter? A ham? Surely not.
(she is. And don't call her Shirley.)

Bird!

Nevermind. I found the cake.

Where's the cake?

Bow-wow.

Is it bedtime yet?

It's going to be a long wedding, isn't it?

At Cicely's wedding with Aunt Patti

At the old homestead. Whee.
(well, _we_ like it...)

The ferocious bed-tiger prepares to attack.

Mirror Mirror...
(Of course, the funny part is that, for once, she's not aping for the mirror, but the camera. Should've known...)

"I would like to get a picture of her without her mouth open"

"Yeah, good luck with that"

Hiiiiiiiiiii!

(Testing) Caaaaaake.