Bad driver

At supper Lily informs us (out of the blue) that "I'm probably gonna be a bad driver." as she's eating her salad.  We busted a gut laughing at the randomness & probably accurateness of this statement.  

I love Lily & Ava's questions.  Today, in the drive through Lily asks "Who is Ava's godparents?" and I tell her they are Paul Thomas's grandma & grandpa...she says "man, Ava is so lucky!" (She has a major crush on PT right now) and Ava has a smug look. She does quickly say that she's lucky too because she has George & "Cole".

We are diggin' toes right now.

Something that's not diggin' though is limbs through the crib slats.  Henry is the first baby to not have a bumper...but I think that is going to change soon.  Poor baby keeps getting legs & arms caught & it hurts, not to mention ruins perfect naps.

He scoots.  Mostly backwards, some forwards...and he can push up on all fours.  This little man has places to go, or so he must think.

So the roads are safe a few more years...but then, watch out world.