Brian and Jess got some great pictures of cousin Maya peeking out of the tunnels at their playground, and darned if we didn't stumble upon some of the same shots this morning. Our apologies to the original artists.
Note to self : Two hours at the playground on a sunny spring day is a grand way to tire out a 2 year old.
More note: It's also a grand way to exhaust someone who is 8 months pregnant, and completely calcified from lack of exercise.
I've needed to get to the store all week, and I think we'll go out to dinner tonight, because our options at home are cereal, dust bunnies and Mandarin oranges. I've driven through the lot of our grocery store a couple of times, but the 'expectant mothers' spot has been taken each time. The thought of walking further than that is unbearable, not to mention the whole "have to convince the toddler that the red car cart is equal, if not superior to, the blue car cart."
Not that I'm complaining. Because that isn't like me AT ALL.