Adventures

I have been having too much fun to blog lately. We went to eat at a restaurant last week and the nice lady brought me a high chair. Then she looked at the cool silver things on the table and said to my mom, "You probably don't need these do you?" "Good idea," Mom said as she removed the ones in front of me. (Everyone else got to keep theirs.) I was bummed because they looked really fun. I could have played some mean drums with those. But instead she gave me a cracker. Crackers are amazing. They are a combination of food and toy. They taste good while you smear them over EVERYTHING. Mom told stories about how when she was a waitress she prayed not to get the kid tables because you had to clean up this huge mess. She told Dad to leave a bigger tip. I guess "fun" for me means a "mess" to everyone else. Tough beans people.
 
Mr. Mark left. I was very sad but before he went he bought me some cool low-top tennis shoes and a baseball cap. (My old one started to hurt my head.) Mom bought me some cool athletic shorts and a t-shirt and I looked pretty great in my new outfit. Like Dad. At least that's what I think everyone kept saying. They used a lot of  "cute." Dad said not to be offended, it will pass. It beats "precious" which Mom still uses. Brother!
 
Yesterday we went to see Mt. Rainier. Heather is here and she sat in the backseat with me. She is pretty and I liked talking to her. We went for a walk in the rain in my stroller. I have a hood on my stroller and I could see the raindrops on it. I kept trying to move it but Mom was worried I would get wet and cold. I was a little cold, but the water looked like fun. My favorite part was when we crossed a bridge and I could see the water. That part was fun, but we spent too much time in the car. No more of that please.