Wednesday

Making faces.










Breakfast at Whole Foods. Chicken, Seaweed salad, that Incan grain/rice thing, and some fruit.


Dinosaur silly bands from Aunty Karma



"Don't do that!? Why did you do that!? "

I couldn't help but laugh at the look on your face, of complete disgust and befuddlement at my placing of that Incan-grain-rice-like thing close enough to the chicken that some of it touched and actually landed on the chicken. Chuckling to myself at how particular you are you look at me smiling and ask me why I'm laughing.

"You"

"Why?"

"Because you're funny"

"Why am I funny?"

"You just are."

Laughing to yourself, "Yeah, I am."

Seaweed salad, blueberries, the green stuff (honeydo), strawberries, chicken, and a penne pasta salad that you wanted me to try. You made sure that we had enough, pointing out that we needed more chicken and seaweed salad. This is by far the nicest Whole Foods that I have ever been to. They have a rooftop deck for dining, and a kid's room with toys, crayons, little shopping carts and fake fruits and vegetables. The rooftop is our choice and we make a move.

I figure you wanted me to try the penne salad because you wanted to try it. It's mayonaise based, with smoked gouda chunks and parmesean shavings on top, with red peppers. It's a little too spicy for you, I think it was paprika, and there was way too much mayo for me. The seaweed salad was good, the fruit was fresh, and the chicken was done simply and well. When I mention that they did a good job on the chicken you gesture to the penne and say,"They didn't do a good job on that."

Plymouth Meeting is a nice area. Clean, seems safe, quiet. I can't wait to move up there. Our own place. Your own room. I can't wait to wake up and have you there, playing, sitting on the balcony in the morning, peeing and pooping and sitting and eating tasty food and going to the park.