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Ophelia has the prettiest way of sleeping. I look at her and I'm overcome by the almost prelapsarian simplicity and innocence. She makes me want to cry, sometimes, because she is so beautiful.

Of course, I also cry because she drives me up a wall. This pic is of her when "prelapsarian" was a good description. This was her first day with me. She's 3 months older, now. As I write this, she's sprawled out on her bed and tearing up the last remaining insides from another one of Dutch's old toys. Thank God that for a brief moment, today, she behaved in front of the photographer and reporter. At least she didn't pee on the floor.

NOTE: I used the word "prelapsarian" in a sentence. This is the same word I had to look up while hiding in the back of my Atlantic Crossings class last fall. I also needed to look up "ubiquitous" and "salacious." I think my instructor used all of these in the same sentence -- one of the first he uttered in the very first meeting of the first graduate course I took. Scared the feces out of me.