Big Sister already?

Yeah, I'm gonna be a big sister soon.

Two weekends ago we got to get away by ourselves to Aunt Mimi's cottage in NH. We had big plans to go out on the canoe, get dressed up and go out to eat, do some reading...instead we slept most of the day, which is better than a cruise these days. It's funny how much things change in your old age.

Thirty-seven weeks and counting...any bets?

Progress with vacuuming has been slow. Liana used to run screaming from this strange machine three months ago. Over time her fear turned to some kind of strange curiosity. She was still scared, but couldn't not be in the middle of what was going on. So, she would go see what all the noise was only to start crying and run away again. Now she's all about helping Mommy. Pushing the buttons, grabbing the cord, standing excitedly in front so you can't get anything done, hopping on board for a ride, this thing is great.

By the way, after much disagreement the spelling of vacuuming is correct. We won't say who won that argument. You can probably guess.

A rare moment of playing with toys instead of destroying, exploring, running, or rearranging the apartment. Go figure.

Liana's newest, and need I say loudest, favorite toy. Winnie the Pooh has his own versions of all your favorite tunes. I wonder if he's paid any royalties?