To the mall with the merry-go-sel (some people call them carousels, some call them merry-go-rounds, but our daughter likes to combine the two). But when we got there she wanted nothing to do with it.
Got her some new pajammies (also her term) for this warmer (58 degrees) weather we're having.
And a new filter for our fridge.
Exciting stuff, I tell you, for a Saturday morning. Not really, I guess, except that it is, when you have a newborn and a trip to the mall is a trip out of the house and an opportunity to put on makeup and feel like you didn't just stumble out of bed.
And, funny story, while we're driving there, looking at all the construction happening on the sides of the freeway, Alla is remarking on how 'they' need to clean up all that mud and sand. So I ask her, 'What people?' And she says, 'THOSE people, Mommy! Jesus.' And you know the tone she used for that last bit, right? It was just more than a whisper, an exasperated whisper. Like, DUH MAMA. Ron and I just burst out laughing. That girl.