Nothin' Special

Gizmo and I were playing with his cars yesterday. He started "driving" around the room and he said, "My car's goin' out." I asked where, and for a split second I imagined all the enlightened places he might name. Places that would boost my parental pride. The Gardner Museum, a concert, even the library for cryin' out loud! But, of course, why would I be surprised when he answered: "Target."

Our babies these days:

Daddy always has fun with their hair after bathtime.
This girl is so much fun.

Gizmo has taken to sleeping with whatever may be his favorite truck of the day.
I thought this picture was way too cute to not be taken.

And our dancing queen. This was Easter Sunday--you know, when she was dancing to Prince on the table. Well, B.daddy pulled the camera out and she started posing! I have about fifteen more like this--she'd strike a pose and wait for B.man to take the picture, then she'd change poses and wait again. She is a handful!