Do you see this mischievous grin? Yep. He can't down so he just face-forwards down the side of the chair giving his paranoid father fear that we will be heading to the ER any minute. And now, leaving him alone to play for even a minute in the family room is no longer.
The other day we went to Abby's favorite home away from home (you get candy at check out -- at least if you're a pushover like me and you just. wanna. get. through. the. aisles. without any crying)... and she found her very own cart. Her very own. Can you imagine how much fun she had pushing her "Yo Gabba Gabba guys" through TJs to get the popcorn and bars and milk? Oh my... super duper fun. The good news (or I thought so at the time of cart entry) was that I didn't have to wear Fordy because he could go in the front of the big cart. All was well until Abby started almost taking out syrup (glass!) bottles with the plastic flag (that you can't see here) extending from a pole at the top of the cart. Holy wow. Really. Almost 20 bottles of TJs Grade A maple syrup on the floor. But we survived and Abby loved it. She almost (almost!) forgot about the candy at check out.
555. bigger girl pants fitting our little girl
556. a printer that works
557. answered invitation prayer
558. inspiration for late night, money-making work
1 comment:
Precious moments...both for Fordy and Abby... So glad you take pictures of them... They both are changing so much... xoxoxo little grams
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