You Can Count on Me!

We made our second trip (but who's counting) to visit Daisy et al. in Brooklyn. They had us over for breakfast, but it's not clear whether more food got in our tummies or on our faces.


Later, we took a trip to the park, and I brought Baby. She's counting on me, though, to take care of her, so I made sure she was strapped safely into the stroller.


Daddy keeps saying "this baby goes up to eleven." I don't quite know what he means, but he's wrong, since I only know how to count up to ten.