What a lovely day!

Despite the Tasmanian Devil act I was treated to for the better part of the mid-to-later morning (4-7ish) by Mr. Crime Fighter, I manged to get into a relatively decent mood. This was entirely assisted by it being Bagel Friday. purple_terror, despite being on vacation did the Bagels By US run and brought me my not-bagel usual.

By the time all that happened and CF had his second breakfast but before elevensies we scarpered to rintrahroars for attack of the 2 year old show. All the 2 year olds EVER!! Seriously. We have to acclimate Crime Fighter to the notion of uncontrolled chaos, dontchaknow, and I get to hang with the moms of awesome. CF sort of does this "... huh" thing: crinkles his eyebrows and looks askance at the capering demons, I mean older kids. He's entirely fine with being passed from mom to mom, having some aggressive snuggles from one of the girls and is otherwise embodying his Winston persona, minus the whiskey and stogie.

Play group went so well, I kept on going to Harvard - hit Lush, made out like a bandit on some exchange items, visited DHR to show off the kid, reviewed the itty bitty farmers market, some lunch, Burdick-- finally. I watched Chocolat within the past week and after that, one must have Burdick hot chocolate or implode. ^_^ -- I even successfully fed Crime Fighter without feeling awkward and got him home before we hit Fuss o'clock. (which is now, at which point Dad can deal ;)

Totally rockin' day. I'll be able to revisit the usual Saturday activities tomorrow of diner and groceries with PT.
YAI!

... OK. I'm paying for it now. Boy is AWAKE, expelling waste every N minutes and wanting to eat between diaper changes.