Cabin fever, schmabin fever

Oh hey, Mom.

 

It's me, Brynn.

 

James says "sorry" for waking up on the wrong side of his big boy bed today. After he calmed down and woke up a bit, he was fine. Actually, he was up for some crackers and peek-a-boo!

 

But he wasn't even hiding! I am SO much better at this game, it's not even funny. (Why, YES. I AM hiding behind Whitney's leg, my hands AND my crackers. Thank you for noticing!)

 

Obviously, the game became Don't Let Whitney Take Your Photo. (I'm really good at THAT game, too!)

 

Aren't I such a stinker? And also, don't I look 23 with my hair like this??

 

Yeah, eventually I took a break and let the ole broad take a photo or two.

 

Oh, Whitney said this was supercute. James was busy building his train tracks, and I wasn't all that busy, so I walked over and said, "Need help, James?"

 

But all sweet things must come to an end, so we went to Target! Of course you know what that means: ruuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuun!!!

 

Don't we look smart here, Mom? In fact, I titled this shot, "Synchronized Smarties." (Believe it or not, this arrangement did not end well for either of us.)

 

Oh, but look how dumb Whitney is! Like MAYBE the neon ball endcap experience wouldn't end badly! Go back to pushing your giant cart with no kids in it, crazy lady!

 

Just kidding. Whitney let us play for a minute, but then we cleaned up all of the balls like good little Target shoppers.

 

Oh! Funny story involving this--

Ya know how I like to go through the spices and shakey things in Whitney's cabinets? Well, today I got this little puppy open zippity-quick! Really a fast-pouring liquid, just so you know for the future. A little goes a long way! And later when you're all, "Brynny, why do you smell like tropical suntan lotion?!" just know it's because I was attacked. I am innocent.