The weekends are almost my own again. I still have to figure out the best balance between spending time with the grandparents and the Kid's dad and doing absolutely nothing at all, but we're getting there.
Last weekend, we were even able to go to Miami Museum of Art. I really wanted to see the Tamayo exhibit. The Kid did not. I bribed her with a new toy, an Uglydoll.
My mother promptly named her Betty. After Ugly Betty, she explained.
(I'm sure it has nothing to do with the fact that my mother has a sister named Betty that she can't stand.)

I also took the Kid to a small park, so she could run around in circles for an hour or so. She complied easily.





And then, after telling the bmmphmmph (cough) that I've really been enjoying tearing up the elliptical at the gym every day but that I hated my sneakers, a package arrived in the mail today.
Cute pink sneakers.
From the bmmphmmph.
(tee hee hee)
Last weekend, we were even able to go to Miami Museum of Art. I really wanted to see the Tamayo exhibit. The Kid did not. I bribed her with a new toy, an Uglydoll.
My mother promptly named her Betty. After Ugly Betty, she explained.
(I'm sure it has nothing to do with the fact that my mother has a sister named Betty that she can't stand.)
I also took the Kid to a small park, so she could run around in circles for an hour or so. She complied easily.
Cute pink sneakers.
From the bmmphmmph.
(tee hee hee)

1 comment:
From the WHAT? What was that word you said?
(Said while ducking out of the way of Mary's margarita hand)
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