Staying in

Oh hey, Mom.

 

It's me, Brynn.

 

I played Meteorologist this morning and decided it was freezing. So, we decided to stay in!

 

We're no dummies, Mom!

 

Naturally, in our collective desire to keep warm, we headed for the freezer.

 

Gogurts, of course! And--I'm just asking here--is it possible we're the cutest things you've ever seen? Don't answer that. I already know what you'll say.

 

In the basement, we found a few dress-up pieces! I was all about getting this royal stuff on. Until it was my turn. And then I wanted it nowhere near me. Whitney said I could be Queen Brynn, but I wanted NOTHING to do with the crown I had been dying to wear seconds earlier!

 

To change the subject, I distracted James with cars. (You'll notice both tiny cars in the background AND medium-sized cars with us. Do you see the many and varied toy options this little punk presents me??!)

 

Anyway, I was really sellin' it! Make the vroom-vroom noises and drive it up your face! Right? James? That's how we play this game, right??

 

Whitney wants you to guess how many times we've read these four books this week. Go on, guess! The answer is 1 million. (Prolly 'cause we're both really close to tying our no-lace shoes.)

 

Anyway, more good news: I was able to get some jams in. "Singing," I think you call it. Mic-licking is also acceptable. (Even if silly Whitney keeps telling me it's not.)

 

Besides, you KNOW she's crazy when she thinks getting all the bean gear out is a good idea! HA! Sucka! (But just LOOK at us fine-motorin' away!)