It's been a good, if crazy weekend. Made it through the mom-2-mom sale, got to have a great dinner with friends (and the wee one was a champ, and Erin and Calliope are becoming better friends. There was lots of "Chase me Calliope, chase me" heard around the house this afternoon, along with wanting to be tucked in next to Calliope.
And she has a thing for chapstick right now. I can barely keep any in the house. So I was getting her ready for her bath, and she was holding her chapstick, when she looks at me very seriously and says:
"Mama, my butt doesn't have any pockets."