Dear Laney,
Today, we mostly hung out at home because we have become slaves to your nap schedule. When you get your naps in, you are a perfectly reasonable miniature human being. When you don't get your naps in, you are a European supermodel who screeches at hotel bellboys and hurls her high heels at the help. Beautiful girl, ugly behavior.
So we waited 'til you got up from your afternoon nap, then we drove into town NOT to do some shopping, but instead to go to the Children's Museum's new "Go Grow Grocery" exhibit. Now that I think of it, practice shopping is still shopping. You know what you put in your cart? Mustard, mustard, mustard and a carrot.
For dinner, we met up with your dad at Brynn and Nate's house, where you ate an entire slice of pizza and topped it off with a piece of cake. And then you got to hang out on the balcony barefoot and yell at the dogs all classy-like.
It's occurring to me that we have very few photos of you with your Auntie Brynn. We must remedy this. She should have a chance to look as nutty as the rest of us.
Love,
Mom
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