On today's docket? A breakfast playdate with one of my friend's and her 18 month old daughter. Boo showed no signs of a cold as he rip-roared through the house, dragging his trucks to and fro, showing off in front of the shy cutie. Eventually, they got into typical toddler banter, and a good time was had by all. Prior to all that however, G impressed me with his ability to walk upright in my Dansko's which he calls "boots". HAHA
After G & G left, Garrett put on Dad's hat. This jaunty look was too cute not to capture:
So then we sat down to dinner--a grilled cheese, green beans, a banana and applesauce. Applesauce in our house is eaten by both a spoon and fingers. Especially since most of the food served with the sauce is being dipped in it. Like tonight, green beans are obviously most delicious with a sheen of the appley tang. I must have used about 15 wipes throughout this meal. Which got me wondering, how many wipes do I go through a day? A week? Throughout the whole 2 + years of this kid's life? Staggering. And whoever the genius is that invented them, we owe him/her big time. This kid could keep them in business alone. And I never leave home without them.