In an effort to replace yesterday's post with something a bit more up-beat, I have decided that I must write something today.
What I should write about remains the issue at hand.
Let's see- what did I do today? Ah, yes. Avery and I went to a mommy-and-me gymnastics class in a studio that is designed for toddlers to run around, jump on the trampolines, and play with the parachute.
Though it should be an amazing time for my little one, whose two besties are in the class with us, she choses instead to clam up, then scream and cry whenever the instructor comes near her. It's a thrill a minute.
Yesterday... let's see. Oh yeah, Kyle and I met some friends and ate our body weight in sushi. It wasn't pretty. We then went to the mall so that hubby could buy another suit. He likes to look debonaire, what can I say?
|View from the back of the mall stroller: "Do not put child in bag." Is this really a problem?|
Going to pick out suits with a toddler who all of a sudden has the energy level of an erupting volcano while hot saki is coursing through one's veins and causing severe exhaustion is torture. But he got a good deal- and that's what really matters.