So Bridget is getting her own room. Soon. And we are undertaking a re-decoration project of sorts which has left me happy, sad, and sleepless — mostly because I get up at least once a night to check this.

Today I found this and it melted my heart. Seriously, The Blybary? If anything bad happens to anyone ever they should basically just whisper The Blybary to themselves and all matter of things will be well. That, or they will cry with happiness/sadness that their child growing older and the days of blybaries are fleeting.