I takes us almost 1.5 hours to get out the door in the morning because I refuse to get my coat and sneakers on. I like to run in circles and try to escape my mother like we are playing tag. When we finally do make it outside my mother has circles under her eyes, at which point I demand "drink" and then "snack" and then "carry you" (which is toddler talk for "carry me"). I'm not stressed out at all.
This weekend we went to the Wellesley Greenhouse. I had to bring my bag with me of course, filled with cars, stuffed animals, raisins and old cookie parts.
My parents got me a new haircut today. Last week's trip to the barber was a disaster, but now I look much better. I got the green top I'm holding as a little prize from Snip-Its.