It Makes Me Feel Like the Babies Are The True Artists, and God Has a Really Cute Sense of Humor.

My sister came over tonight. I yelled at her baby. I said, "You are lame, baby! You need to hurry up and get here!" See if that changes her attitude. Also, I'm going to start referring to the baby by fruits that she is the size of. This month, I will call her Plumy (Plum-ee) because she is now the size of a plum. Also, we are referring to said baby as a "she" because I am hoping that if I send ladylike thoughts in my sister's general direction, she will have a girl and not a boy. Boys are jerks (but if my sister has a boy, I'm sure he will be a precious gentlemen and open doors for ladies).