Carly turned 3 on Jan 1. She got a pork chop all her own for her birthday supper, and got to lick Keith's eggnog glass after he was done with it. Tough life ,huh?
She's spent the past couple of days making sure no moles make a New Year's appearence and chasing sparrows. We had to turn off the Rose Parade though...all of the fanciful creatures and giant animals had her jumping at the TV and growling.
