A nice gentleman came to my door this afternoon and asked if I would like him to clean the driveway. I politely declined his offer. I have plenty of help in that area already:
(I have to make a comment about the purple pacifier. This morning all 47 of her binkies had disappeared. So I had to scrounge around deep in my random-baby-crap drawer and hope I could find an old rejected one. I found a purple Nuk for newborns. Fortunately, it suited Mary's purposes, and mine. But it's odd to see her with it.)
