Wow, this week kind of zipped right under the wire for me. I need to get on the planning ball, if I'm going to pick up everything we need from the grocery store on Sunday.

The other day, I said to Matt, "What do you think we should have to eat at Penny's birthday party?"

Matt said, "Cake."

I said, "And?"

"Um... Ice cream?"

"And?"

He thought a moment. "Ooh! Candy!"

And Jill's coming to visit... Well, we're not 100% sure. She told us she thought she would arrive on "Thursday or Friday" and leave "Saturday or Sunday." We're betting on Thursday through Sunday, but we could be wrong. I hope she gives us something more definite before she gets here, so I know what to plan for.

One week. Penny is one week shy of two years old. Wow.

A week or so ago, I noticed that it was getting kind of difficult for her to duck under her high-chair tray when we flipped it over. So she's no longer using it. Instead, after she climbs into the chair and gets her bib on, we scoot her high chair up to the regular dining table. It means messes can spread further, but I think she gets a kick out of eating from the same table Matt and I use.

And I've been trying, more and more, to make sure that what I put in her bowl is similar to whatever Matt and I are eating. I'd like to move eventually to having all her meals be the same as ours. It wouldn't be so hard if I could remember to set her portion aside early, so it has time to cool.

She broke with the tradition last night, and didn't make us put her in time-out. I think she's still testing the boundaries, though.

Wow, this is all over the place. Good thing it's Friday, hmm?

--Liz