Grace here. Dad had spring break this week for Mardi Gras, so I had my grandparents visit! Then, a present from Cincinnati!
Why? Why not! I need a St. Patrick's Day outfit! I'm Irish! (Thanks Mom!) Dad has Irish in him too, but tends to defer to his stoic English side... oooh, tissue paper.
A few new outfits helped me feel better about this teething business. Teething has been bringing out all the emotions, especially sadness...
But nothing a little baby wearing didn't solve. Thanks Mom! Sorry about the, you know, drool.
On Saturday, there was weight-lifting/ flying lessons with Dad!
Then he carried me around in my princess chariot because I am a princess and he is my servant. I mean father. He is my father-who-does-what-I-imply-through-cries-and-coos.
|I know, I'm pretty cute, right?|
Mom and Dad decided on Saturday afternoon Confession and Mass so Dad could focus on his protocol work all of Sunday... exhausting!
|My behavior: A|
Pews with seat cushions: B+
Teething toy bonding while Mama folded laundry...
|Little Lefty Baldwin|
Sunday was spent mostly outside, enjoying the sunshine of New Orleans.
|Totally natural, not posed|
Then a family walk up the street where we perused through Nadeau - lots of pretty colors!
|Who's the fairest of them all?|