Savannah LOVES bubbles. About 8 times a day, Savannah will bang on the front door and demand “Buh-Buh”. She also knows the sign for bubbles, so that usually accompanies the door banging.
I think that’s spaghetti sauce on her face.
So this pretty much sums up our weekend.
In addition to chasing around a small tornado (remember when I wasn’t sure she’d ever walk?), we suffered through broken A/C. However, I will take it being broken NOW, as opposed to in August. A very nice guy came by and fixed it up today, so we are currently enjoying our less humid house.
We also looked at three houses – none were the house, but we are getting closer. Two of the three were completely livable and the third had the worst floor plan I have ever seen. It was possibly the worst designed house in the history of architecture.
I did some work on Sunday – a newborn portrait session; Conor taught Savannah to proudly walk around with a tortilla hanging out of her mouth. You could say we both did something productive.
We are getting some serious rain today.
In non-weather related news:
love, love, love the two looking out the window. wow!