Changing Sheets = Fun

Rugs for Rugrats

Hmmm. Looks like I didn't need to buy those bows for Margot's hair since I could have just bought her a baby toupee.

Gratuitous Margot picture

I like this one. Note the bow in her hair - I've had one too many passersby mistake her for a boy and bought these on a whim.

OK Computer

Margot and I went to the library today; it's right up the street and very convenient. While she certainly enjoys unshelving books (much to the chagrin of the staff - but that's what they're there for, right?) she really enjoys banging on the keyboard in the toddlers' section. It's the only place where she's allowed to type to her heart's content, since the keyboards aren't actually hooked up to anything.

The Min Takes Manhattan

We spent part of Labor Day weekend up in New York, although Tropical Depression Ernesto ensured that we stayed indoors the entire time.

But Margot did get to make a trip to MOMA, where, funny enough, a Dada exhibit is on display. (Okay, I will refrain from making a bad joke about Brodie being at the museum with us, but just know that I thought about making such a joke.)

She enjoyed the exhibits as much as any child could, pointing out objects she recognized ("dog," "ball," "baby") and kept up a steady chant demanding dried apricots (possibly soon to replace the cookie as her favorite food).

Side note: it is illegal in the MOMA to carry a child on your shoulders. Security guards reprimanded both Brodie and me at different times and on different floors. (In my defense, I thought that the guard who requested Margot's dismount from Brodie's shoulders did so because there was a mobile of wooden hangers close by, and maybe she thought that Margot would leap from Brodie's shoulders and swing from the mobile. But apparently it's just a general rule, as I later found out on a different floor, from a different guard, where nothing was hanging from the ceiling.)