Saturday+Sunday

stellar weekend achieved.

1. We hit up Grant's Farm (home of the Budweiser monster Clydesdales) where Julia had a full body conniption every time she spotted an animal

2. Let Simon chauffeur his ladies around in a paddle boat in Forest Park while burning 1000 calories a second

3. Purchased some warm weather clothing for Julia to replace her 6-9 month floods and 3-6 month belly shirts 

4.  Grace read some internet nonsense about putting some toys/books at the foot of the crib (? do cribs have feet) to entertain the babe post wake up for up to 30 minutes. Grace scoffed but followed the advice...miracle or magic. It worked. Genius internet nonsense.

5. And our valiant patriarch was home long enough to drop some Simon Says:

"A little part of me dies every time I clean out the seat of Julia's high chair"

"Julia...do your hands smell like poop or chocolate? or both?"

"This blanket has Julia's scent. Not pleasant."
 
and only minor snag:
Notre Dame
or
'Notre Damn'
as my brother Paul texted me

and many thanks to Natalie for featuring the Camp today
!!