It’s behind me, isn’t it?

Little Miss Thing, age 4, reading a Dora book: “We… need… to go… to the… banana… grove. Can… you… see the… banana… grove. (Pause) Seriously, Dora? It’s a giant banana forest right behind you! It’s right there! Why are you asking me?”

NOTE: She may have just outgrown Dora, right in front of my eyes. Sigh. Always sad to see the end of an era.

My Crib

A little sad today that the baby is not a baby anymore. We’re not having any more kids, so this is the last baby. We moved the crib out of the house over the weekend, so it’s the end of an era. That’s just a little sad.

On the upside… no more diapers. So, we’ve got that going for us. Which is nice.