this is monday
Bubbles out the window, because we were too lazy to get her dressed to go outside to do so.
A hilarious book about weasels’ plan for world domination and laughing over the weasel who won’t give up its drill.
Making faces while I try to get a decent picture of her with her new brooch,
because she usually doesn’t know what to do with her face when I ask her to pose for a picture.
Discovering a small cluster of trees and flowers (“the woods”) near our apartment and weaving through the trees like a maniac
as the people stopped at a light wonder what the hell we’re doing.
Steps = prime opportunities for jumping
Trying on tons of sunglasses at Pop Boutique and then asking if she can buy a pair, even though she has her own perfectly functional pair.
Running her fingers through the millions of buttons at Purlesque and declaring that all of them look cool. Ditto with the necklaces.
I was almost certain we weren’t going to get out of there.
Half-hearted drawing of dinosaurs at the World Museum. Here, she draws an allosaurus with a blue tongue.
The locusts are always the best.
Actually, never mind, the leafcutter ants are pretty awesome too.
Okay, all the bugs in the Bug House are, so much so that we were literally the last people to leave the museum.
With the warm weather comes flowers and with flowers comes picking.
Our walk home is extended with a romp through a small patch of grass and lots of daisy-picking.
Oh look, another opportunity to jump/leap/hop/insert similar word here.
The trip home is prolonged even further by inching alongside a fence.