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So two years ago, Dani and I were doing some shoppin’ at the local grocery store when she decided that the Dominion would be a good place to start the whole baby-delivering-process… Look, I understand that a grocery store could be a pretty convenient place for having a baby… everything you need for the birth is in one place: paper napkins, hot water bottles, fresh fish, produce, chips and ring-o-los, broom handles to bite down on, the list is endless… but I’d much prefer the bigger grocery store that has tvs and movies and viddy games than our little local one which only has old copies of Cosmo and Canadian Living. Side-note to self : a grocery store might also be a good place to hide in case of a zombie attack. I digress…

So there we were, pushing around our cart full of food and I hear… “oh oh…”… splooosh! “Clean up on aisle 4”!

“You aren’t going to get into the van all wet like that are you?!” says the winner of the “sensitive-hubby-of-the-year-award” (don’t forget I’m also recipient of the “Do-you-know-where-your-toddler-is-award”)…

Well, she DID get into the van all wet like that *GASP* but that turned out to be a good thing as we were soon holding our brand new baby girl (and besides, there really are 101 uses for baby wipes).

Ahhhh good times… well, that was the tale of her first day of life. And this is the tale of her 730th.

Dinner!

Time for prezzies!