Breakfast was fun today, although the food left much to be desired. TJ tried to pay the waitress in Play Doh. That didn't work out too well.
We played and looked at photos the whole time and I spent about twenty five percent of our total time there picking in Play Doh from the floor.
On our way out, a lady in a brightly flowered muumuu stopped at our table and said to me "you sound like such a good mama."
How sweet is that?
Next year at this time, as my sister so kindly reminded me, we will have a three-year-old and a four-month-old.
I'm craving pickles.
How very very cliche.