Yesterday was Brian's birthday, so for dinner we had take out from Outback and for entertainment we watched the Dukes of Hazzard. Complete with Jessica and Willie and my fave, Sean Michael Scott. There were some redeeming moments, but overall, I suggest you do something different with a few hours of your evening. But I did learn that Roscoe's name is really "Roscoe P. Coletrain" NOT Roscoe Peeko Train which is what I heard as an 8-year-old glued to the old episodes.
Before the Brian Birthday Celeration began, we had a little playdate at our house with some neighborhood pals, Wyatt and Lilah, or as Henry says, Wydees and Lie-lah.
Wyatt is 6 weeks younger than Svea...yet weighs 6 times as much as she does. He took a little snooze on the Boppy until Lilah's talking and Henry's toddler antics woke him up and I was staring at him through the camera lens.
Lilah is a new crawler and found her way over to the table (at one point getting stuck around one of the legs). When she smiles, it takes up half of her face and it's hard to resist scooping her up and gnawing on her big round cheeks. I think she would have none of that though...unless your name is Jennie or Menachem. I'm taking a rain check though for when her separation anxiety passes.