Just because someone needs to know.

The baby woke up with some sort of NASTY experience going on down there.  And, after battling it together, we are both running around half dressed.  Hopefully no one comes to the door.  My poor, poor sweater. 

They really need to work on diaper design.  Fail.

Also, I have not done a single responsible thing today.  I've played break the ice.  I've fished from the couch in the living room.  And I've cut up strawberries and turkey sandwhiches.  But my school bag is still zipped.  Just looking at it makes me very sad.  Very sad.

Right now Reese is chasing the dog around and he's terrified.  I would be too, she has her eating face on. 
And after the destruction she just did, she has to be on the war path.