The first thing Matt said to me this morning was, "I dreamed about the baby."

I still had a pillow half over my head, so I made him repeat it.

"I dreamed that you had the baby, and she was pretty and happy and smiling and laughing."

Awww... I hope so. I hope we have a good-natured, happy baby.

Yeah, I know, newborns don't laugh or smile. And most of them aren't actually very pretty. And even the best-natured baby in the world has fits of bad temper. I'm not asking for miracles, here.

Guess what I did this weekend? I took some more pictures of my tulips!

And a good thing, too, because this morning, about half of them had fallen off their stems.

     

--Liz