I'm not so upset about larger diapers anymore. Sam has proved that she can blow through this size very effectively. And that's all I'm going to say about that topic. Except it is 8 am; I have washed my hands three times and Samantha has had a complete change of clothes.

She is hanging off the bouncy thing and playing with the toys. Two minutes ago she was trying to pull everything off the end table where we keep the remotes, and now she is working on pulling apart the oh so sophisticated Pottery Barn catalog. The light coming from under the bathroom door also fascinated her. Oh the simple joys of childhood.