This week Taylor started grabbing things. She managed to swipe a pen out of my shirt pocket after worship on Sunday. I thought it was an accident but she has successfully nabbed teething rings and rattles in her crib all week. It's exciting... and it's not all at the same time. Now we have to start really baby-proofing everything. I'm just glad I'm not the one that wears earrings.
]]>This evening Kristy and I went down to tour the hospital she will be giving birth at (unless we're stuck in traffic a very loooong time). We were part of a group tour, along with 8 or 9 other couples. The tour began with a presentation in a conference room including a lot of information and some photo slides of all the areas of the hospital we would eventually see. They said they always show the slides because if the rooms are full of birthing mothers they are unable to give the full tour. We ended up being able to take the full tour.
As we rounded the corner following the directions we were given to the conference room where it would all begin, we were greeted by this sign, at which point I became confused as to whether I should start laughing, or run for cover. Yes, I was indeed about to sit, with almost a dozen pregnant women, in a room named "The Burstin Room". That's... just... not... right!
