We had an absolutely fantastic weekend, despite the disgusting heat and humidity. We decided to take our Saturday morning outing somewhere air conditioned. And so we ventured out to the mall. We figured we could tackle multiple errands, the biggest of which would be getting a passport photo for Curly. After the tedious experiences of the Puffer family, we were prepared for the worst, but it could not have been easier. Curly sat on a high stool in front of the white backdrop, I knelt on the ground next to him and held his hands at his sides, Strawberry stood behind the photographer making silly faces and in 3 shots, we had our photo. Some quick cropping and zoom on the computer and they printed them up. We were in and out in 15 minutes. Puffer, I’m sorry you couldn’t have waited until 14 months to get passport photos, I can imagine the difficulty of trying to have done it when Curly was only a few months old.
On Sunday, we filled up our baby pool early so that by mid afternoon it would be a nice wading temperature. Our new neighbors and their 18 month old came over and everyone had fun in the water. Well, maybe the boys didn’t have FUN, but they weren’t screaming or crying, so I call that a win. I can see our families being good friends as our boys grow up together and that feels very nice.
And finally, Curly was all about showing off his new “toddler” skills this weekend…
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