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Where's the "p"? I'll get to that later. I received my first formal greeting from the girls yesterday. I got home from work and Gina was still out and about, so I changed in to some shorts (I love Southern California) and when she got home she called me to help unload everyone. As I opened the back door two little heads spun around and, in unison, I heard "Hi Daddy!" . .... OK, so it sounded more like "Uhdada" but I know what they meant. Stuff like that just melts your heart. We got the girls (and all the Costco stuff - Momma was busy) in the house and Gina took off for her class. The rest of the evening went smoothly; and then came bath time. I got the girls in the tub, picked up clothes and discovered a living room underneath the chaos of toys in the front room while the girls listened to some Sesame Street on Pandora. I then went to get towels and washcloths to discover we had no clean towels or washcloths (so that's what Gina was doing with that laundry basket of towels and washcloths right before she left). I managed to find one infant towel and one towel from their baptism and decided to make due. I got Arianna out first and, since she's smaller, she got the baby towel. Well, turns out she's not THAT small. Trying to wrap this little piece of cloth, which looked much bigger before I got her out of the tub, around her naked, squirming body proved futile and somehow she managed to flee the scene entirely. I didn't want to chase her, since Genevieve is the tub stander and left alone will not stay seated for more than a half a breath. I called to Arianna and nicely asked her to come back. All I got was a giggle and devilish peak around the corner. I called her again; same response. The third time I made it clear that she needed to come back so I could at least put a diaper on her. Once again she laughed and peaked around the corner. Only this time her face suddenly turned from a smile to a look of concern as she then turned her gaze down at the floor, near her feet. She then looked back up at me with a "what the. ...?" expression. There you go. That's where the "p" went. Right in the middle of my hallway, just outside the bathroom, where it belongs.