Day 994

Finishing a good video game leaves an odd void in your life.

Day 993

Apparently learning how to talk requires extra drool. Mostly for all the bubbles.

Day 992

Lizard, in her finite wisdom, decided her pukiest, screamiest night of the week should be when the soon-to-be parents were over for dinner.

Day 991

Apparently if you keep your baby from sleeping enough on the day she gets a shot, she'll sleep for eleven and a half hours that night.

And now I have to do my best to forget that before her next shot.

Day 990

Our little Lizard is excellent at performing for a crowd. She'll be all smiling and cheerful and adorable. And then we get her home and pay the price in farts, tears, and vomit.

Day 989

Sorting through clothes the Lizard has grown out of made us realize just how much she's grown. It's hard to believe she was ever so small...

Day 988

We hit the sweet spot: the Lizard is old enough to wear sunscreen and interested enough in the world that she wants to look at everything, and the puppy is capable of not barking at every dog and/or person that exists outside.

Hello Front Steps, we are about to get to know each other real well.