A baby is like a piece of chocolate. You wonder how something so delicious as chocolate can be so bad for your figure; you wonder how something so cute as a baby can be so hard to take care of.
Today was a really good day, though; Houdini ate, slept and pooped all according to the baby master plan. Which means I can so have a piece of chocolate and it won't go to my thighs. Not today, anyway.
