Hmmm

I asked myself and Jana, "does this baby girl know what all we're doing for her?" after I woke up from a searing headache from inhaling too many fumes from the furniture I was staining for her. I doubt she does. Jana said, "she doesn't mean to be any trouble." And she doesn't. I probably didn't either, but I'm sure I griefed my mom and dad when I popped out.

Either way, we're one piece of furniture down from finishing her furniture part up in her room.