It's a bird, It's a plane, no it's...Nakie Baby!

Ellery has hit the nakie baby phase. I get her out of her bath, dress her in a warm little outfit, and turn to do the same to her brother. Without warning, I see a streak of baby buns and she runs by, naked as the day she was born, giggling hysterically all the while. How she manages to remove several layers of clothing and her diaper in such a short timeframe, I really don't know. Then of course, there's the screaming fight while I try to put the unwanted clothing back on her little behind. It's made for some interesting days over the past week.

Aidyn watched the whole thing with detatched bemusement. "Baby naked", he remarks as she runs by once again waving the diaper that is supposed to be on her over her head. As I catch her once more and start the struggle to reclothe, he shakes his head and sighs, "Bad baby".

My mother, in her infinite wisdom, bought a case of 100 colored balls, much the same as you see in those germ infested cesspools known as "playlands" in fast food joints. It takes exactly 7 minutes to track down and stow every one of those balls back in their case; it takes under three seconds to empty, and only another five to scatter to every far reaching corner in the house.

Needless to say, we're having a fun morning between the balls, the sporadic naked moments, and the running commentary of a two year old.