What could possibligh go wrong?

Griffin's new napping spot:



37 weeks (with new kitchen, dining room, part of the living room, and a snacking Scully in the background):



Feeling much better. Not commuting seems to have stopped me from becoming a walking sponge. We hung curtains in the nursery today, and now it's all mostly in place. Griffin agrees--the changing table has actually distracted her from sitting in the crib, which had become her new favorite game. Cat thinks she is a child. What a rude awakening she's going to have...