Who's the pretty baby??

If I was as cute as my daughter, I would want to make out with myself in the mirror, too. She gets such a thrill out of seeing herself that I got off my can (ha-ha, like I'm ever on it) and fished out a mirror from the basement. The frameless one I was thinking of had a chip in it. Grrr... Survey said, "EH," so I de-framed another mirror. Come to find out, the funky grey things that stuck out from under the frame and confused me as to what the purpose was ended up being a plastic frame- kind of like the cheap poster frames with the plastic cover. YAY!! Safe baby, pretty baby, mirror goodness. It took moments, a level, drill, and mirror clips I had on hand and I gave Miss Molly-cakes the best friend in the world. She is always there for her, smiles back, and is sympathetic to her mood. I tell you, they are so close. When she cries, Molly cries harder to see her friend in such distress. So nice to meet someone she can laugh with, cry with, and is always there when she needs her.