Not much to report. I spent most of yesterday putting together furniture and reconfiguring She Who Shall Not Be Named's playroom into something that would put Hef's mansion to shame.
Or would if my daughter were not, in fact, a girl.
Today will be spent working on a project that will theoretically make me richer than a Nazi if I can ever sell it. Otherwise, it'll be a 800 Kb addition to my folder of crap nobody finds hilarious but me.
SWSNBN is watching Sesame Street now, "Elmo's World" specifically. My favorite part of the show is always when the red bastard taunts a newborn in his "Ask a Baby" segment. Whether the question pertains to getting dressed or hopping or eating vegetables, the poor kid just sits their, expressionless (though sometimes agog at the furred abomination laughing in his/her face), while Elmo leans in for a condescending kiss. Shameful.
I mean, I've mocked my daughter's lack of Star Wars knowledge and inability to hold a ball before, but I was never...systematic about it.
I'll bet she's 0-for-2006 in head-to-head Trivial Pursuit matchups.