"Really?" he said. "Nine? To get to thirteen?"
|I'm using this photo because, to her credit, my daughter graciously resisted doing this.|
"Seven now, 'cause I'm blogging about this," I replied.
2. Later last night, I was bemoaning the fact that, thus far, our daughter has demonstrated a strong preference for Happy Baby puffs, which are organic and expensive. We've tried giving her the non-organic cheaper ones; she just hands them back to us or throws them on the floor. Sheesh. "Hey, she likes high quality," my husband said defensively. "I mean, you didn't see me datin' no broke."
3. Our girl loves to lounge these days. We have a few pillows lining the fireplace ledge in the living room, which I put there months ago as a safety measure. So now she likes to lie back on them and chill, sometimes with a book. Earlier today, her daddy and I were both cooking in the kitchen, so that's where she wanted to be, but there was a problem: nowhere to lounge. No, wait, no problem -- she just brought a sofa pillow in from the other room, set it down on the kitchen floor, and snuggled up right beneath our feet. I tried to get a good photo, but when I scurried into the other room to grab the camera, she followed me, and I could never get her to duplicate her adorable lounge pose. But yeah. That's our daughter.
I hope you all had a fantastic weekend!