That pic is the very definition of "sleeping like a baby."

Oh, and she is SO CLEARLY a girl in that pic. Even if she wasn't wearing pink, it would be obvious to anyone without seriously distorted facial recognition schemas.

Heh, CV, I thought Matilda looked like my son in that picture!

I find it funny when people think the baby in a pink dress is a boy, but really, the vast majority of babies could be either boys or girls if you were looking at them clothed in just a diaper. I mean, secondary sex characteristics are not exactly pronounced in the under-two set.

(Both my kids were about 12 pounds at 2 months, but they do tend to skew big.)

Eh, flea, what do I know.

I'm abandoning the computer for awhile. Goodnight all!

Darn, I missed CV! ::waves forlornly::

Meanwhile, did we know about this?

Read down to the part about who wrote it.

I was sort of confused the first time someone thought my kids were the other gender but it doesn't bother me. They're both of middling sized, too.

O's also getting to a stage where he likes pink. A lot. I'm waiting for him to ask me to paint his fingernails. I've already got the polish picked out.

ita, I'm sorry to hear you didn't pass the test.

Kat, you sound very ambitious for a woman with staples!

Beverly -- that's Danny Strong as in the one we know?!!!??? If so, wow.

Bev, that is so freaking cool and awesome! I had no idea! Go him!

I know I shouldn't care about the uninformed guesses of total strangers, and I truly wasn't bugged the first ninety times Matilda was identified as a boy half her actual age; as of the ninety-first, though, it did get a bit irritating.

Oh, I know I've said so elsewhere, but Kat, congratulations to you, and all best health wishes to all of you. Grow, babies, and heal, mama!

ita, I have no adequate words. I'm very sorry you didn't pass, but I remain immensely impressed with your dedication and the effort over months of physical debilitation, the stress of unemployment, and other factors.

Who would ever want to spend time with Allyson? Must be a loser.

THIS IS WHAT I AM SAYING.

We were going to have lunch, but my week is all booked with work friends taking me out, already. So then I said maybe we should just meet up for tea after work, which he thought was a good idea.

But then he called this morning to ask if I'd like to go to an Italian place that is in between where we both live, on Wednesday, because he's not on call, then. And then we talked about car chases on the 5.

Oh, and Matt, I'll totally send him East. Friends don't owe friends finder's fees. Just don't gloat about how fantastic he is in the sack. That's all I ask.

THIS IS WHAT I AM SAYING.

Bah. You're ridiculous! Everyone wants to spend time with you! I don't know if he's your lovah or what, but still I say YAY DINNER.