I don't know what the future holds...

Hannah is 2!! I can hardly believe it. We went to the doctor for a check-up, and she did great. No tears were involved, but she was very shy with the doctor and nurses. She is still in the 90th percentile of height and weight. I just took a height predictor on www.babycenter.com, which predicts her height at 18 will be 5'9" (give or take a couple of inches) -- even with my whopping 5' and Dave's 5'7" in the mix. Wouldn't that be crazy? It's so strange to think of her in the future. I know she'll have a sense of humor -- not just because her daddy is hilarious, but she's also pretty darn funny, too. The BACKGROUND: We have a regular waitress, who is like a friend to us, at our favorite restaurant. Since Hannah's known and listed names, she's included Iris in her list of names. Iris always takes special care of Hannah -- bringing beans, tortillas, rice specially for Hannah. The FUNNY: So, last week Mimi had made chicken and rice for Hannah. She asked if she wanted more rice, and Hannah looked at her and retorted, "No, Iris, I don't want more rice." She paused a second, and then started her laugh that is her "I crack myself up" laugh.