Minutes before I published that last post, Annabeth wet her pants while playing at the bathroom sink. I wasn't too alarmed but we then proceeded to regress in our potty training in every single way except for one - she is now waking up dry. But she is suddenly afraid of the same thing that so hindered my son's potty training for 6 months. *Sigh* It's fun times. My dear friend Kristy once told me she was much happier once she decided that undies are disposable. I am definitely in agreement.
In other news, my fro-yo addiction from last summer is long gone. This is my new love.
Besides a baby, what pregnant women get in return for surrendering their waistlines is nine months of thick, glorious hair. It’s a beautiful thing. However, when Baby is just a few months old (about the time Mommy is seeing hints of her returning waistline) it all falls out. Soon her face is framed by the re-growth—lovely inch-long hairs called baby bangs. This blog is named for that charming little phenomenon.