Hello, World!

And welcome to The Cute Report.

Watch this space for more antics and images of Rhiannon. The U.S. Air Force has been air-dropping fliers over Iraqi insurgents with this image:

May God have mercy on their souls.

And now, to cuteness:

Last night we watched The Office. During the opening credits, Rhiannon started humming the theme song. In time. On key. Then she began discussing how They Might Be Giants seems to have sold their souls to the mighty soul-eating machine of network television with related jingles for The Daily Show, Malcolm in the Middle, and Higglytown Heroes. All of which are genius programs. Darned soul-eating machine!

Rhiannon almost made me late to work today on account that she was wearing pink feet-pajamas (the season's first!), snuggling deep within her Green Bay Packers fleece blanket on the couch, begging me to watch Blue's Clues with her. Had the episode featured Steve instead of Joe, she would have had me, at least for another 30 minutes.

That's enough cuteness for now. We're going to ease into this: too much cuteness taken all at once can blind you (or at least make you incontinent).

Andrew (papa)