1. This morning, I was trying to avoid getting up because I didn’t sleep well last night. I laid in bed for awhile and Breanna sat beside me, entertaining herself. At one point, I opened up one eye to see what it was that was keeping her so content. She was sitting up in bed, playing with a calculator and had my Star Trek Technical Manual open in her lap.

Clearly, being a total dork is genetic.

2. George made a cheese omelet in the microwave this morning. Although Breanna had already eaten half a bagel, she climbed up on my lap to eat some of the omelet so George put some on a little plate for her. She’s still not very handy with a fork, so she dropped a few pieces on the floor before I managed to show her how to stab the pieces with her fork. Those dropped pieces bothered her so much though, that she kept saying, “Mommy! Uh-oh! Daddy, Daddy! UH-OH!” I reassured her that it was fine and I would pick them up when she was done.

Then when she was finished eating, Breanna – with all her OCD tendencies that I always joke about – hopped down to the floor, squatted down to inspect the egg on the floor, exclaimed, “Oh NO!” and then picked up one piece at a time. With each piece, she announced, “gaw-bage!” and then trotted over to throw the offending egg into the garbage. My floor is all clean and I didn’t have to do a thing other than applaud Breanna. I’m wondering how soon I can teach her to stand at the sink and wash my dishes.