Analie’s sitting in her Bumbo, shoving scrambled eggs and bits of cut up pears into her mouth indiscriminately.  It’s hilarious.  I’m adding more scrambled egg to her tray from my plate and she’s squealing with glee as she notices she’s getting more. Eggs are exploding from her mouth.

Joey is sitting next to me on the floor, laughing at Analie’s self-feeding efforts.  She’s so intense; I can’t help myself either.

Joey catches his breath and says to me, “You’re the reason we have such a beautiful little girl.”

I snort and say, “Yeah, but I’m also the reason we can’t have more!”

And he squeezes my shoulder and replies, “Eh, I don’t really care about that.”