Elise loves to look at herself in the mirror. I thought this would be a good place to sit for awhile. She sat here for a long time just checking herself out. We're totally good until she figures out how to turn on the water.



The other night after bath I was getting Elise all ready for bed. This was our conversation:
Nick: Why is there a pie chart on her diaper?
Me: It's a beach ball.
Nick: No way - why would they put a beach ball on a diaper?
Me: Why would they put a pie chart on a diaper?
Nick: To make babies smarter.
Only an engineer would think this is pie chart - not a beach ball:

And - in response to my little challenge to come up with an example of my walking hurricane-like tendencies: the prize will go to Emily!
Mostly because she was one of the only ones who commented, and AG kind of was disqualified, I see Aubrey all the time, and she lives in HUNGARY, for the love. Congrats Em, I will send you something cute sometime soon! Trust me - there are more instances. Many involving me hitting things with my car.