Belly is sitting in her high chair as I write this (The Bug is napping), sounding very much like a typewriter as she munches some crackers. I could watch her eat all day. I don't know why, but she's a ridiculously cute eater. I can't exactly qualify what makes the cuteness ooze forth so profoundly when she eats but it surely, surely does.

Anyway, I felt like I had started to develop some friendships with some of the neighborhood moms but have not heard from a single one over the last few weeks. How boring. And telling. I guess we're all just wrapped up in our own child-focused worlds.

On a more positive note, everything everywhere is blooming in Portland. It is bea-YOO-tiful!! The girls have a book called Jamberry that has fireworks in it that are like berry explosions - big pink flares with little strawberries cascading down; big blue blasts with tiny blueberries on the tips; you get the picture. The other day we were driving down a street that was lined with pink and white flowering trees. I could hear The Bug softly making the fireworks sound effect as she looked out her window. I just smiled - she had summed up my thoughts exactly.