I'm happy to report the lil' dude is back home where she belongs. She did not learn any foreign languages either. She's just bigger, and way more mobile. There was that initial leeriness as she exchanged arms from Grandma to mama in the DQ parking lot last night, but she remembered us. When she got home, she completely disregarded bedtime and would stand up in her crib and holler away . . . get me out of here, I want to go exploring . . .
And exploring she shall do. This weekend, the lil' dude is joining the Dad and I and some "aunties and uncles" as we go camping. In a tent.
With a baby who can crawl and put things in her mouth faster than you can say, "Mr. Park Ranger, these ARE plastic beer bottles. We completely abide by the no-glass rule." So, it should be fun. We are affixing her to her turtle floaty tomorrow for a trip down the lazy river. Her sippy cup and Dora yogurt will be safely nestled in the floating cooler and everything.
Happy weekends, Internet.