You are becoming quite the handful, especially for an almost 7ish month pregnant lady.
On Saturday, while Daddy was at a photography class, we went out for a"special treat" to this place where you make your own pancakes. (Mostly I was hungry and wanted some coffee, but also had been wanting to try this place out for a while.) The food was okay, and you didn't really seem to care about helping make the pancakes. The big news was you needing to poop twice! during our meal- which meant leaving our table twice, once while there was pancake cooking. The 2nd time, you walked off and told the wait staff along the way that you "had to go poopy." Then when you were ready to leave, you announced, "I'm done. Let's go home" and started heading for the door. I was still paying/trying to put some cream in my to-go cup of coffee. Luckily the front door was heavy and you couldn't open it. As I walked to the front of the restaurant, everyone was looking around wondering who belonged to this child. (I'm a pretty awesome and responsible Mom.)
Then on Sunday, we made the mistake of going to the grocery store as a family. Daddy says you are usually great when you two go together, but this time, not so much...You talked Daddy into getting one of those car-carts. More than once, you climbed up on top of the car! Plus we ran into 2! friends from school which meant you wanted to talk, hold hands, run through the store, and give them all hugs. The worst was when we were trying to check out. Daddy was no where to be found. You are on the roof of the car, insisting on helping put items from the actual cart onto the conveyor belt. The cart gets stuck in the checkout aisle, and I'm too fat to fit between the candy bars and that stupid car to get to the front and pull you off. It was a mess! Next time I go by myself to the grocery store or you and Daddy can go together.
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