The Plump Pink Smurf

If smurfs were chubby and pink, Schuyler would be able to infiltrate their clan and learn all their smurf secrets. This is her sexually stereotyped sleepwear and the hat that doesn't quite fit yet.

It's been quite a social weekend: last night, Schuyler stayed with her godmother/aunt Ardleigh while we went to Charlotte and Andrew's wedding. It was very odd to be "free" and temporarily childless for the evening as well as be around a lot of other adults. It was kind of like those stories of prisoners who are released and no longer know how to interact with other people. I guess we are becoming institutionalised so this break was great for us (thanks, Ard). I got to have a conversation that didn't involve the word "poop".

Tonight, Schuyler had French lessons... well, we went to Priscillia and Alex's house for dinner where the other guests gave Schuyler a taste of what true french (director from France) sounds like rather than her dad's vague memories and mediocre pronounciation. Even her "waaaas" now sound like "oui"s.