My Alex has reached new levels of sainthood. He goes with me to get manicures and pedicures. The first time he slept through two hands and one foot. This time, he woke up in the beginning because I laughed too loudly--the manicurist asked "Do you do dishes?" when she saw my chipped nail polish. Now isn't that a novel concept--I might have a choice to NOT do dishes. Even more interesting is the fact that I might be confused with someone who does not do dishes. Anyway, I think I have to nominate Alex for the Baby of the Year for his patience and "go-alongability".
