This child. She's a mystery wrapped in a stinky enigma. We've always thought it was funny how, beneath her colicky (cowlicky?) exterior, she's utterly (udderly?) easygoing. The only thing that seems to bother her is boredom. Loves a diaper change. Loves putting clothes on. Loves a hat. Loves a bath. I can't tell you how many times I've done something or watched her do something to herself that I was sure was going to elicit some outraged response only to be proven entirely wrong. Rectally taking her temperature comes to mind--she didn't even notice and was totally content. Or the first time I poured water over her head. She got this absolutely shocked, frozen expression on her face and I held my breath waiting for the silent scream that was surely coming. Instead she looked at me and grinned. What? I mean, I cried when I got water in my face until I was like...10. Okay, it was last week. But really. She gets it in her eyes and everything and she just finds it amusing. She crazy. I love her.