You see, last night Arianne & I watched Beth's precious children while she and her husband went out for the evening. If you love Beth like we do, then being around her kids is almost too much. They are just too sweet and perfect.
Thus, no funny foibles to write about today, other than an explosive diaper or two by one of my own, she shall not be named as to prevent future embarrassment (I'll just say it wasn't Arianne) (and when I say it was explosive, that's an understatement) ...Beth's children are now possibly scarred for life.
One thing I must say I was looking forward to with a daughter was the whole not getting peed on when changing diapers. Um, maybe Ivy didn't get the memo?
She's three weeks today, folks. Can you believe it? And yes, I know I've written that with each week-mark, but still. We seem to be lingering in the "get to know you" stage and the love at first sight thing has not worn off. Just when I think it's not possible, I fall in love with her more and more everyday. Even when she pees on me.