What's in the basket?

Not a whole lot going on around these parts. Which is not surprising since it's hotter than the depths of Hades. I'm going to brave the heat, though, and go do some shopping. Among other things, I have to get some presents for an upcoming unnamed holiday that a certain someone has been talking about for weeks. He's still upset because he got me flowers last year for mother's day and I didn't get him anything. As I keep telling him, at that point I was still doing all of the work. Other than being nice to the pregnant lady and, of course, that one special night, he hadn't really put in much "dad" time yet. But this year. It will be something special.

I was doing some laundry this morning because the bean had run out of bibs. As I've mentioned before, this kid can DROOL. We're going through them at the rate of four or five a day. I just packed up a bunch because they were too small. I was starting to worry that I was cutting off the circulation to her head when I squeezed them on her neck, and I'm pretty sure that is not good. I'm no expert, though. So I started a load last night and finished it up today. I pulled them out of the dryer when they were still warm and toasty and would you believe the bean crawled right up into it. Don't be silly, she's way too small to pull herself into it. Feh. I did put her in it, though, because how could I resist? Of course, now I have to rewash those pants and at least one other item of clothing that went straight into her mouth. But it was totally worth it.














I swear that sometimes she is so cute, it hurts a little.