Or maybe the Florida sun fried our brains.
DH keeps hinting that Emily needs a new playmate, and wouldn't we want them close together in age? Then somehow last night I found myself surfing over to The Bump, getting all baby feverish.
What's the cure for baby fever? Oh yeah, cleaning up poopy diapers at home while your husband tells you he's out at a steakhouse with the flight crew.
(Ha. I finally slipped, if you didn't already know the little one's name :-)