We hosted our first big Easter dinner today. Nine people were seated around our tables for an early afternoon meal. We dropped the obligatory honey ham on them, two quiches, pasta salad, deviled eggs, two fruit plates, and a lemon cake for dessert. For some strange reason, I decided I needed a nap at around 3:45. Next thing I knew, it was 6:00. So there’s little chance of me getting sleep anytime in the near future tonight.

As an added bonus, we’ve taken on a four-month-old for the night. We’re babysitting for some friends who are out of town just for the night. Unfortunately, the poor guy isn’t nearly as healthy nor as happy as M.┬áis. It could be a long night.

I have to say, once again, my daughter is completely hilarious. Consensus at dinner today was that she’s going to be a politician or some other person who does a lot of public speaking. Her new favorite thing is to sit and “talk”, loudly, and for a long time. While “talking”, she will wave her right arm like she’s trying to make a point forcefully. She’ll hold her left hand palm up, as if she’s pleading for her audience’s support. She’s convinced me to vote for whatever she’s pushing.

Finally, I was feeding her tonight just before her bedtime. At the same time, I was trying to watch the very end of the Michigan State – Kentucky game (the only 10 minutes of basketball I watched all weekend). I noticed she suddenly got very quiet; there was no more slurping of that tasty Similac. I look down, and she’s staring at me with a big grin on her face, and formula dripping down each cheek. As soon as my eyes met hers, she completely loses it. For the next five minutes, anytime I looked at her, she giggled hysterically. It is moments like this I wish she could express herself. I would love to know what makes her so giggly.