June 30, 2005
Bright Lights, Big House
We have a digital bathroom scale. Leah knows this.
We weigh Mommy. Then we weigh Mommy holding Leah. Subtract . . .
Sometimes when I put Leah down she embarks on a mission. She
scoots from the kitchen, through the living room, into the hall,
and makes a tight corner into the bathroom. She climbs right onto
the scale. She likes the moving red lights.