T. Swift and stolen french fries.

Seth sings Taylor Swift to Finley in the bathtub. It sounds totally ridiculous, complete with high-pitched "ooooo ooooo"s, and occasionally includes dance moves. I've snuck up the stairs more than once to try to catch it on video, but have been unsuccessful so far. You'll just have to take my word for it. It's the cutest thing in the world.

That was the highlight of my week. Otherwise, it was the usual grind- albeit a four-day one, due to our long weekend in Massachusetts. I had a bunch of high-level, short-suspense actions that really required me to work late so I could prep the general officer briefs that went with them. Since Seth's mid-week night classes mean I have to leave early instead, my week was a mad scramble of insanely early mornings and skipped workouts and power bar meals at my desk. We had sandwiches for dinner and planned our schedules via email. Not my favorite.

Thankfully, we made up for it with a nice, fall-like, cloudy weekend at home. We cooked and cleaned and and mowed our ratty-looking yard. Seth butchered our unwieldy shrubbery again and I baked cookies. Mom and Dad came in "to town" from the mountains, and hung out with Finley and did all of the chores we had been putting off.

Finley also showed them her new sleep number bed. It was a hit.

On Sunday we had been productive enough that we felt like we deserved some downtime. I made a long-overdue hair appointment and took Finley hiking and to the park at Seneca Creek, and Seth got to play golf. Finley and I were in Gaithersburg anyway, so I dragged her to Target to try on Halloween costumes. It did not go well. She's probably going to be a baby with food and snot on her clothes for Halloween- she will definitely not be anything that requires a hat. I had to bribe her with goldfish crackers, which I had vowed I would never do, to get her to stop screaming after I put the giraffe hood on her.

So there's that. But she recovered in time to pull of this incredible move (definitely the photo of the week) at dinner. She had sweet potatoes- the baked fries were for Mom and Dad, but they looked ridiculous. So she helped herself.