Our friends Brian and Heather, who are currently enjoying a child-free weekend in Chicago (at least they were when I started writing this post) sent Rich a shirt (and rum, of course) for his birthday. I'm sure he thanks you. It is, undoubtedly, Rebecca's favorite shirt in the universe. "Pillsbury Doughboy. Pillsbury Doughboy. Pillsbury Doughboy." Rich must have said it twenty or so times over the course of the first two minutes he wore it. Teach him to try something on at bedtime. (I'd like to point out the quality construction of his pajama bottoms . . . one of my pre-baby sewing projects. I pretty much only made pajamas.)
Wednesday afternoon we headed over to the park where I did summer camp for those 3 weeks before the house flooded. It's got tons of shade, and someone was smart enough to put the baby swing up at parent-pushing level vs. the standard back-breakingly-low level.
Even though Rich tried to make the bouncy animals look appealing, Becca wasn't really buying it.
The smile is because he's taking her off the horsey.
Thursday we finally visited the Cedar Run Animal Refuge. It's only a few miles from the house, down a bumpy road--Becca's first off-roading experience. We saw lots of birds, plus raccoons and foxes.
Another great day.
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