And And That's Why I Don't Let Her Choose Her Own Outfits

Despair! Oh despair!



The misery! The injustice!



Wait, we're going to a carnival you say?



Never mind. That's okay then.



Put me in a tutu and a tiara.



No really. I don't mind at all.

The Baby Knows About As Many Words As the Cat Now

Unfortunately for the two people left reading that come here for the silly signs, it turns out that most of my pictures are yet again of that kid that kept us awake so many nights:


I did see a truck like this out on the road the other day, and I wondered "How do you really know if your trash is good enough for them to take? Does the trash have a grade point average?



The problem was that I didn't manage to have my camera. Just the baby and her 20 pounds of stuff. Which means that her stuff outweighs her by about a pound and a half (and that I borrowed the trash truck picture from their website).

So it's back to the baby. She now responds to the words, "bye bye, no-no, hi, bottle, and her name", around as many words as the cat knows. It's probably also a toss up as to who is more obedient.



But of course she has her own ways of communicating:



She loves any food we've ever given her. And flowers:


So that's about it for now. Hope everyone has a good President's Day!

In the War of Baby vs. Safety Device, the Baby is Expected to Win

In the war of the babies against the safety devices, the babies are expected to win. You can tell because it says right on the package that the baby will "defeat" the electrical cord cover:

My favorite part is that you're supposed to "discontinue use" once the baby can defeat the safety device. Because surely it's better to give the baby direct access to electrical outlets.

But then what do I know? I pulled wasp wings out of baby's mouth last week.

In another win for baby, I returned from a 20 minute run to the drug store to find The-Guy struggling to free his bowl of pomegranate seeds from baby's hand, her other fist already fat with the seeds. I helped him get his bowl back as he explained that her mouth was full of cat food and that he thought she had also managed to ingest a little cat vomit.

"No-no-no!" I scolded her as the fistful of pomegranate seeds made their inevitable way toward her mouth, "Finish the cat food first!"

Look, here's the little victor now:

Although she hasn't actually managed to "defeat" the plug covers yet. Just us.