Yesterday went very well. You only screamed just because you can a couple times. You napped when you were supposed to, ate a lot, and only peed through one outfit.
I got to get laundry done, the sheets changed on our bed (but not yours, sorry), worked on the sweater, and even considered going for a walk until I stepped outside for the mail and realized that even though 37 degrees is relatively warm, it is not actually warm. So we stayed in.
You’re going on your first real big trip this weekend. Three hours down the road to see my family. You’ll meed my dad’s parents and my sister, who you have not met yet. You’ll also get to spend several hours in the car, so we’ll see who survives that.
I got a message this morning saying that my mom’s dad now has weeks left, so next weekend you and I will probably go down there with my mom or sister so you can meet him at least once.
And now you’re squawking, so I have to go.