Sunday afternoon
Typed yesterday:
At noon she wandered into the living room where I was typing away on a project for work. Her binky was in her mouth, her blankie was in her hand. I reminded her that those items were only allowed in bed and when I checked 5 minutes later she was sound asleep.
She woke up hungry but I didn't have much inspiration to cook. We snacked on the few ripe cherry tomatoes in the garden. Then she sat down at her play table (which was already set for three) and polished off some applesauce, tried a few bites of peanut butter sandwich, drank some water and Mr. H cajoled her into eating her zucchini.
At the library she saw the other kid using the computers for some sort of educational video game. After 20 some minutes she finally tired of watching the animated characters jump around while she had no idea what to do.
We checked out our three books and got stuck at the exit while she watched everyone returning books to the slot. Then she returned our books.
When we got home Mr. H was almost done mowing so I turned the car around and told her we were getting treats. At AM/PM she spent quite a while ogling the always off limit selection considering several brightly colored, unknown candies. She settled on a Ring Pop.
We got home again an Mr. H was grateful for the vat of Diet Pepsi. She chomped through the Ring Pop leaving puddles of purple drool on the ottoman while I typed this entry.
It's hot outside. I should be doing real work. Happy weekend!
I still have some stories to tell from our trip to the lake but I sort of forgot how work piles up when you take a week off. I'm planning to catch up by mid-August!
