I wouldn’t say it’s been a bad 48 hours, but it’s been interesting.
- Savannah has staged hunger strikes at lunch and dinner. It has all the makings of a major toddler power play. She refused to eat anything except two croutons for lunch today. Great.
- While at Ikea, the words “would the owner of a silver Audi, license plate blah blah blah, please call customer service” came over the PA system. Hey, wait a minute, I own a silver Audi. I got tagged in the parking lot (by a really honest guy it turns out). Nothing major, but what a pain. By the way, Ikea is Savannah’s new favorite place. She kept talking about the ‘big, blue building” all afternoon.
- Something went haywire with our change of address/mail forwarding. I’ve been on the phone with many a delightful civil servant over the last few days. (The exception was our old mail carrier – she was awesome. The rest of them can stick it.)
- On the good news front, it was a roll-a-rama at Little Gym yesterday. She is a rolling pro now. Way to go Conor!
- I was out at a neighborhood Ladies Night Out (totally fun by the way, I think we’ll like this neighborhood) so Conor was in charge of bath time. Savannah had her first tub-pooping incident. I can’t really say that I’m sorry I missed it, but I did feel bad for Conor.
