And by the way, I'm going to have to start a tag for all the weird shit I have to do now that I'm a parent. My latest conundrum: how do I go to a public bathroom with a stroller by myself... and there's a legit handicapped person in line. Thankfully she was totally sweet and sympathetic to the issue. She told me the stall next to the real handicapped one was a bigger than normal one. Au contraire! Btw, don't worry, this is the before, I'm-trying-to-figure-out-exactly-how-this-is-going-to-work picture.