Warning to men and grandmothers, I talk about bras and leaking and such.

You've been warned.

Yesterday as I was getting ready to take a shower, I discovered the bib I shoved into my bra in the middle of the night in order to stymie the leaking (you saw the photo of our freezer, so you know) that inevitably occurs every time our darling daughter eats (bottle, or otherwise).  As I vaguely recall, through my half-asleep stupor, the bib was the closest thing I found to "temporarily" solve my problem.  I fed Ellis, put her back to bed and stumbled back into bed myself, forgetting the bib.  More solid proof that my mind is no longer focused on anything to do with yours truly, which is refreshing, I have to say.

**Flash forward to the end of my shower when I realized how similar I was in that moment to a fancy, if not slightly riskAY Italian fountain.  Not the fountain that dispenses soda mind you, but the other kind of fountain you can think of... 

Enough of that.  Ellis has her first appointment with her pediatrician tomorrow.  As usual, we're hoping for good weight gain. And that we like the pediatrician.  

I just sat staring into space for the last minute or so.  Nothing is coming to mind, so I think my mind and body need a nap.  More pictures soon.  Most of you have probably not read to the end of this post because there are no new pictures.  Thanks for sticking it out to the end, those of you that did! 

**Funny to me that that sentence starts with the word flash.