We made it to a few minutes of the St. Patrick's Day Parade this weekend. The Little Guy was scared to death of the bands and asked repeatedly that we go home. Ever since, he's been asking to "go see trumpets and horses and fire-krucks and all dose tings at the hair-rade." Guess it's better in retrospect.
he was showing no signs of crawling than he started doing that little inchworm thing...scooching and pushing. He doesn't get far. In fact, he gets pretty much nowhere. But he's thinking about it.
I've always reused plastic shopping bags, chiefly for lining bathroom trash cans. Last year, the District passed a bag tax...merchants are required to charge 5 cents per plastic bag a customer uses. Being the coupon clipper that I am, I started toting my reusbale bags to the store. And yesterday, I once again had to buy a box of (new! previously unused!) plastic bags to line my bathroom trash cans.
It's 3:42 on Friday afternoon. Those durn fire alarms have been going off again, but so far the babies are still napping. I'm calling it the weekend. Enjoy!