For my birthday, Bridget agreed to try solid food then disagreed that she should swollow it. We will keep trying (now three days and four outfits later, no improvments). She also tried coming in the bathtub with me. I think she liked it but I was so scared I would lose grip under her slippery soapy armpits, I had to cut the fun short.

Next on the 'to try' list: sleeping more than four hours.

(I think I just made a lame parenting joke which I will try to brush off as me being ironic.)