Last night, we went bedroom furniture shopping and finished that horrific chore (seriously you guys shopping for furniture with children IS THE WORST THING TO DO WITH CHILDREN-- I would rather take all of these idiots to the symphony! Or to a 5-start restaurant! Or on an airplane-- oh, yeah-- doing that in 3 weeks) just in time for dinner. The children freak the freak out if they don't eat dinner by like 5:25 AT THE LATEST, so we had no choice but to take them to the closest establishment we could find. Which was a Culver's located mere steps away from the furniture store.
Nothing classier than a baby eating fast food. SHE LOVED IT.
Cooper brought dish towel to the park, and I didn't know why (and he couldn't really tell me) but it was to wipe off the slides! Because they are always wet in the morning! HOW CUTE IS THAT?
We went to the grocery store from the park, Cooper lured home with the promise that he could push a little cart. Holy hell. That is always so fun for him and hellish for me. Also, he bought a bag of chips, some goldfish crackers, a pack of cookies, and a random loaf of wheat bread, BTW.
Dorothy did a little ottoman cooking while I threw together some chicken noodle soup.