1. Having one's clothing changed is not unlike being attacked by an ax murderer, so naturally one's response to both should be the same: hysterical screaming, flailing of limbs, and scratching one's assailant in the face and neck. (I thought that Tmomma's little Bug was being melodramatic in honor of our visit. Not so.)
2. Bra cup sizes continue on through the alphabet past the letter D. I presume that Z-cup ladies have their nipples dragging in the road behind them. My own cups overfloweth and have reached an initial of which I was not previously aware. No, I won't divulge that letter's identity. Let's just say that it's shorthand for, "Oh, the humanity!"
3. Water-boarding's got nothing on newborns. At least my late preggo insomnia had me in training for this. Sleep deprivation has been really hard on Robb. He would confess to anything right about now.
4. The narcotic properties of breast milk on infants appear to be photosensitive. The same feeding that knocks the baby out for hours at 3 in the afternoon seems to energize and invigorate her at 3 in the morning. More research is pending.
That is all for now.