Sweaters in summer

So, the sweater story got far more complicated than expected. I drove all the way out there, and they couldn't find it. Anywhere. I waited over a half hour and they never could find it. So, I went home, getting there around 7 p.m. on Friday night. So much for my evening! Oh well.

Turns out they called on Saturday while I was at the walk and they found it. They Fed-Exed it and we got it in yesterday. Just in time for 90 degree temps. Oh, well. You still need it in the mornings.

Anyway, things are rolling along as usual. NHD is this Saturday and you'll be playing with Daddy all day since all of your babysitters and backup babysitters are unavailable. Grandma's not happy, but such is life. You'll get to come and see us all and be our mascot around lunch time though. My only worry is that's your nap time too, so you might be cranky.

You really are incredibly entertaining. You talk masterfully, with new words all the time and sentence structure that amazes me. I try to encourage the talking and I work really hard to understand you since you seem to throw less tantrums if you feel like you're getting your point across. Of course you still throw the no-you-can't-have-that tantrums, but those are unavoidable. I try the whole reverse psychology positivity thing, "Yes, you can have a cookie, but not until after dinner" and that does sometimes help.

No biting this week. Tomorrow you're taking pictures. Great. I still don't have the electronic copies of your three pictures from last month. Maybe I'll ask Grandma for those again.