I've always been creative. Some might call me quirky or odd, but I prefer the word creative. Whenever I'm missing something I'll often come up with some sort of cockamamie idea that will do the job in its place. Like the time I tried to make a cooling pad for our overheated dog Bentley with bags of rice or the time I decided to transform my filing cabinet into a nightstand. Needless to say, many of my crazy ideas don't work. Pierre has become accustom to my craziness and has learned not to ask what I'm up to. Besides, he usually just gets my typical response of, "I'm just trying something".
So when he saw me walk by with our daughter, a blanket, a digital food scale and a pizza pan, he just rolled his eyes. Since my crazy idea clearly involved our little Cassie, he couldn't help but follow me into the kitchen. He just watched as I placed the scale on the kitchen table, placed the pizza pan on the scale and covered it with the blanket. Then I striped Cassie naked and placed her in the pizza pan. Pierre couldn't take it anymore: "did you just place our daughter in a pizza pan?" I smiled and then Cassie peed in the pizza pan. I turned to Pierre and laughed: "hey, at least now we know she weighs 9.26 pounds... Pizza for supper?"