We tried to go to the zoo the other morning, and as we walked out of the back door to load our picnic and stroller and sunscreen into the car, it started raining.
I guess I should have checked a few things first.
So we redirected to the mall for a little playground action, and then to Hobby Lobby for rubber stamps.
As long as we keep moving, I don't think Svea and Henry even care about the schedule or routine.
Wish I didn't...