Bib

At night, Julie stuffs Lyla with so much food that the young lady's brain surrenders, unable to function beyond "First burp, then sleep," kind of like me on Thanksgiving. After burping, Lyla becomes a lazy, slumbering lump of a baby when I lay her down in the bassinet--but then suddenly she spits up, and it's all over. Nothing, nothing pisses off an infant like stripping her wet clothes off and stuffing her uncooperative limbs into a new onesie.

Then some friends of ours gave us seven bibs, each with a different day of the week and animal that starts with the same letter as the day. Tuesday - Turtle, Wednesday - Whale, Saturday - Sasquatch, etc.

My first thought was, oh these will be awesome once she's in a high-chair and splurting Gerber and Cheerios all over herself. About three days passed as Julie and I changed outfit after outfit, then tried to re-calm the screaming child, before the proverbial light-bulb went off and we thought, "Well, perhaps a bib?"

The bibs are now a vital part of Lyla's outfits. We now say things to each other like, "Oh holy God, don't forget the bib." We do less laundry, and there are even some days when Lyla makes it to bedtime in the same outfit we put her in that morning.

And today marks the first day that we've correctly lined up the day of the week with the corresponding bib. Yesterday was Wednesday, but we had her in the Turtle Tuesday bib, which I cropped out of yesterday's pictures to avoid confusing you. But today, the first day of 2009, we've gotten it right. It's Tiger Thursday, and it's grrreat.