We plopped Roo into the back of her double stroller (alongside Brandy's youngest, Natalie) and navigated the store with The Merrit Man and her son, Weston, "on the loose."
A good luck omen. Could this mean the kids will ACTUALLY listen while we're in the store? ...Naaah!
Buckle up, kiddos!
Fish on ice...
...Or fish still swimming. Take your pick!
Who needs a trip to the aquarium when you've got the Asian market? (But seriously, Brandy and I discussed how in the world we'd take a live fish home and fix it up for dinner.)
Weston and Merrit really loved the fish tanks.
Ollie on the rice noodle isle.
Home again, home again, jiggity jig. Thanks for a fun day out, Brandy!!
Tonight, at bedtime, I was reminded of how "Roo" got his nickname in utero...
He would "wake up" every night at about 10:30 and start kicking away at my insides. You know, using my kidneys as punching bags and my bladder for kickboxing practice. Mike and I would be sitting on the couch, watching a movie or something, and I'd feel Roo start kicking away and, sure enough, it'd be getting on toward 10:30 or so...Mike would put his hand on my tummy and we'd just crack up as Roo would "open up a can of...," well, you know the expression...
So tonight, I was laughing because Roo is still such a little night owl!! Even though he goes to bed EARLIER than he did when he was younger (9:30pm instead of 11:30pm), he still turns into Mr. Personality when the moon comes up.
Need proof?
And what, pray tell, is going on on the other side of the room?
Big brother sleeps soundly through all the ruckus!
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