Ten minutes ago, May 2007.

I promise I'm not pushing the housewife mentality onto her -- she just loves that frying pan. What's a third-wave feminist to do?

This past weekend, Bridget had a chance to make friends with another baby her same age but she chose not to and that's okay too. She is kind of into doing her own thing these days, except that she wants to sit on mom or dad's lap while doing it and when she is done doing it she wants to do something else that is likely on the other side of the room to which she MUST be carried right at that moment.

(p.s. Katie is too lazy to remember her new blogger password and is writing as 'Mike'. And in the third person apparently.)