All of a sudden, the Toddlerita can write her name and draw surprisingly proportional pictures of people. She also knows the days of the week, in order. Those school folks sure know what they're doing.

She comes in this morning, dressed in a tutu with matching headband and slippers. "I am a bride. Let's go on our honeymoon." "Where are you going on your honeymoon?" Charles asks. "The hospital." "OK, why don't you go downstairs and go to the hospital, then come back up when you're done there." (This technique is known as "hitting the toddler snooze button.") "OK." Thump, skip, thump down the stairs, and back a few minutes later. She has a doll stuffed in her shirt. "I have to tuck in my belly. It is very big." She pulls the doll out, and states, "This is a little sister for my little sister." I guess that works because she said first she was going to marry me, then Charles.

The Wee One smiled at me today. She currently smells overpoweringly of garlic, because I was holding her as we ate out today and dripped pizza runoff on her head. I'll be eagerly awaiting that Parent of the Year award! She has outgrown the first set of baby clothes and diaper wraps, and is working on holding up her head. She gives a small yodel of glee when she sees the Venetian blinds in my bedroom. I think she is going to be either a Nobel physicist, or an Olympic sprinter. But no pressure, kid.