Ho hum.

So Ella's favorite place these days is the bathroom. The reason? She can play peekaboo with herself in the mirrored shower door! Gord has seen it several times, but I haven't yet. Given that it's the best game in the whole world to her, I can believe it without seeing it.

I've also started to do sign language with Ella, like we did for Ben. For instance, when I'm feeding her solids, and she starts to get full, I'll ask her if she's "all done?" And she laughs. Methinks that's not a good sign! (ha ha, no pun intended.)

I bought Ben little Lightning McQueen and Mater cars the other day. They, apparently, are now members of the family and therefore need to be with us wherever we go. The basement. The grocery store. Swimming lessons. And it's a catastrophe when one is missing. "Mommy, mommy! Where is Lightning The Queen? Where is he? I don't know where he is!"

It's a real snotfest over here right now. Ella and Ben both have stuffy noses with lots of gross greenish-yellowish boogers. Ben is constantly saying, "Mommy! I need you to wipe my snot!" What a guy. Ella HATES having her nose wiped. She screams bloody murder when she even sees a kleenex.

So I am a diaper-changing, nose-wiping, potty chaperoning, juice-and-snack fetcher these days. But really, isn't that always the case?