Ashlyn's Bumbo is quickly losing its effectiveness. Her little legs aren't chubby enough for it to hold her tight, so she has gotten really good at maneuvering in it. This morning at breakfast she was watching Eric eat (from her usual "queen of the world" spot) when she decided that she just had to have some. Daddy thought he was safe, her being in her Bumbo and all, but she's smarter than we give her credit for. She twisted herself around, reached her little foot down, and started to push, Bumbo and all, herself towards Eric. He happened to be done, so he gave her a "Ha!" as he cleared his place and left the table. Now what to do? Carter was the only one left at the table and he was out of hand's reach, so she stretched her foot out again, only this time to land right in the middle of his cinnamon roll. She's getting closer and closer to crawling. I'm going to have to baby proof my house like I've never done before!

Carter made a bird's nest out of mud and rocks and leaves at preschool yesterday. Today he needs eggs to put in it. Rocks aren't eggs. Playdough isn't eggs. He needs real eggs. The kind that baby chicks come out of, naturally. Whose great idea was it to make nests?