Christine Bonomo chastised me vigorously for never mentioning her in my blog. Sorry, Christine. I aim to redress that slight now.

I went over to Christine and Brian's to borrow some CDs, and got to see their nursery. Everything they have is adorable -- from the Babar posters and old tin elephant toy to the big fluffy "Monsieur Elephant" toy for the crib. Mustafa is going to be one of the most fashionable and well-turned-out babies ever. It only makes sense, as Christine has been one of the most fashionable and well-turned-out pregnant women I've ever seen. It's a bit intimidating.

More important than the accessories, Christine and Brian have already built up a substanial kiddie-book library, including one that involves a mole trying to figure out who shat on him. Um, ok.

Christine and Brian are also notable for constantly schlepping light fixtures back from Europe. It's not something I'd ever consider, but they do, indeed, have some great-looking lamps.

Christine Bonomo, Christine Bonomo, Christine Bonomo. There. Is that better, Christine?