Hip

This evening Julie attended a hip-hop dance class with her sister at Lifetime Fitness. Before she left, I reminded her to wave her hands in the air like she just didn't care.

"You're dumb."

"Is Kris Kross gonna make you jump jump?"

"I'm going to be late."

"Are you going to the mall afterward to try to get discovered?"

Lyla and I had fun while she was gone. We did baby sit-ups, took a nap on the couch, watched American Idol, and she nearly cannon-shat a hole in her diaper and then had bath time.

Now Julie is home and Lyla is talking to her from the crib. She sounds vaguely like a baby girl Pacino from Scent of a Woman: "Hooah, hooah, hooah."

And now it's silent except for the classical lullaby CD and the fan.