Wrinkles

Julie and Lyla are wearing skirts tomorrow, and I ironed them both. Julie was feeling high maintenance, and I figure that if I'm on the bubble to get into heaven, I might get waved in based on things like skirt ironing. "Well, we do need someone to iron the angels' wings. Okay, Dan..."

Lyla recently shattered her record for consecutive unassisted steps. It's now up to two. All day at school, according to her teachers, she would pull herself up on something, walk two steps, and slide down to her knees, immensely proud of herself.

Consequently, she was wicked tired when we got home and totally fell apart seconds after the above photograph. In fact, see for yourself:


She's happily asleep now, psyching herself up in her dreams to take that third step. Maybe it'll happen tomorrow when she's officially an 11-month-old. At least there won't be any wrinkles holding her back.