the future's so bright, i gotta wear shades

i feel the need to begin with this non-sequitur: our good friend anne o'neil-henry has been living in gay paree for the past several months, and she's solely responsible for introducing the blog to its euro-based audience. so fervent is her support of 'the amazing fehskens baby,' as she once called eve, that the first picture in this entry is currently her laptop's background. anne: eve can't wait for you to get back to nc so that she can grab your hair and give you a gross, slobbery kiss. and thanks for all of your transatlantic blog hits!

the pics in this post have been taken over the past two weeks, and they represent all of the evesie pups's new tricks: wearing protective eyewear, chewing on fingers (hers and those of her loved ones), holding up her massive cheeks with smiles, and lounging on her own (she can't sit up by herself for very long, but long enough for us to take pictures like this one).

not represented here are her other newfound talents, which include rolling over twice in succession, giving argos a belly rub, the aforementioned kissing, and maybe--just maybe--saying 'mama.'

what will that pups do next?