Resilience.

She was sick as a dog yesterday. Today? She's fine. I'll take it.

Lately, I have been allowing Lily to select what we listen to in the car. I scan through the stations, and when it lands on something she likes, she nods her head and be-bops around in her car seat, signifying that we have a winner. This afternoon she opted for Nirvana's Smells Like Teen Spirit.

Hmm. Yeah. I'm not too sure either.

Tonight we hung out with our neighbors for a while and Lily was kind enough to let me watch a movie, which I thoroughly enjoyed. Whenever Brian works and I know I have a night at home that doesn't involve anything special, I rent a chick flick. It's true, I do it. Some more heinous than others (Private Valentine starring Jessica Simpson, anyone?), but some pretty good. Lily spent a good majority of my movie watching time tonight putting all of her markers in a bucket and then turning it over and squealing when they all fell out.

I really need to relearn the art of being easily amused like that.

This weekend, I think we're going to be going to a street fair and potentially hitting the zoo, weather permitting. I swear, becoming members of the zoo was one of the smartest things we've done.

And now, it's time for me to climb onto the couch with Lily and her duck to watch Zoe dance around with Paula Abdul on Sesame Street.