On Thursday, Anders threw his bottle from his chair in the dining room all the way to the stove in the kitchen, if you are scoring at home (or if you're alone) that's a room and a half!
Later that day at Kindermusic, Miss Krista only allowed the babies to have one sand filled egg to shake because she said they were too big for the babies to grasp two at a time. So Anders throws his egg, which means that Miss Krista comes over to him to let him choose a new egg from the basket. Anders then pulls the bait and switch, baits her over, studies the basket, and pulls out two eggs with his man hands! Classic.
Yesterday, I was nodding off on the plane into Providence until I heard a baby cry. I jolted awake, tensed up and prepared to move, until I remembered where I was...
MN and I drove down to Newport to visit the Gilded Age. We had a seafood lunch and the next table over was a baby girl about Anders' age. I totally tuned out MN Steve, who was droning on about Gophers Football because the game was on in the restaurant, and started making faces at the baby. She was enjoying it, then the mom looked over. I tried to say something witty, but she just looked at me blankly then turned away. I later realized that they were a whole table of French speakers. I don't speak the language of love, but I do speak baby.
Later.
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