Lucy Weasel

I hid that stupid Playdoh box REALLY well, and at 6:50 I heard her in the kitchen screaming for me. She found the box in the very back of the cupboard and hauled it over to her highchair and was demanding I put her in to "cook." So, it's 7am and Lucy is playing with Playdoh.
I think we're all feeling significantly better today. Andrew and I worked on baby names last night. I think we're significantly closer to a name for Baby Girl! However, working with Andrew on any project always gets a little silly. By the end of the "naming session" we were throwing books at each other and the baby's middle name was "Your Mom."