Lyla and Ava

Lyla didn't quite know what to think of Ava. She approved of her, certainly, but it's possible she thought she was an alien. I'm sure Ava thought Lyla was an alien too.


This picture is crazy when you consider that Ava is bigger than Lyla was at that age.

And this picture is proof that Lyla and Ava will be lifelong friends:


The new mom and dad and baby are doing well, although Matt did end up sleeping on the floor in the nursery because he was tired of repeatedly returning to the bed after tending to Ava's confusion about what human beings are supposed to do when it's nighttime.

Matt and I, along with Jen's fiance Jason, smoked cigars in the garage to commemorate the new baby. We are pretty studly, and by studly I mean stinky and lightheaded.

In other news, look at this:


I'm teaching Lyla about transparency. I don't think she'll grasp it, but in fourth grade or whenever they get to it in science class, my theory is that she'll find it a remarkably easy concept to comprehend. Tomorrow we'll delve into translucence.

I'm also teaching her about "Psych," which I know is a mistake because it'll make her annoying. But it's hilarious now, so I can't help it. I'll take a piece of cheese and pretend to put it in her mouth but then pull back at the last instant and say "Psych!" Then she laughs and does it to me and doesn't yet say "Psych," but she clearly understands the joke, and it's only a matter of time before she'll find ways to incorporate fake-outs into the most mundane activities just to give herself an excuse to say "Psych!" and laugh her face off.

And then one day about a year from now, Jodie and Matt will wonder where Ava learned "Psych," but then Lyla will run up and the answer will be transparent.