Yesterday, Bailey was up by 7am and thus we started our day. The goal was to have everything accomplished and/or ready so there would be less stress for later. This of course was not the case. All it did instead was wear me out completely so when it was time to get out of the house, I had very little fight left in me, and she had more energy than eight litters of Energizer Bunnies.
Tuesday. It was Tuesday yesterday which meant we were to have lunch with Daddy. We finally managed to get there, had our lunch, talked about going to Wonderscope afterwards. Then, after we parted ways, the little miss and I indeed headed to Wonderscope.
She has such a fabulous time there, she really does. She really knows all of the rooms by heart now and while she explores her room of choice, I go about cleaning them up. It's a win-win.
There's one thing they ask you at Wonderscope, and that's to clean up after yourselves. I guess a lot of families think that if they have to pay the $6 each for admission (keep in mind that we have a membership thanks to an awesome Christmas present) that they don't need to pick up anything. So, most of these rooms then look like tornadoes had been present. Luckily, I'm there to pick up everyone else's messes so I'm not annoying my own child. I like to talk with her about the things we see, and we do that interaction, but it's nice to give her some of that time to herself too or to play with other children.
She was well-behaved at the 'Scope and then we did some shopping, which never means that we buy anything, it just means we look. I must have worn her out and she wanted to go to sleep in the car. (She had briefly napped previously on the way to Daddy's office.) We met up with Brooke towards late afternoon and she slept for two seconds until she realized she was in the presence of Brooke. The idea of swimming was enough to keep her awake and she had a lot of fun in the water and decided herself when we were done. We had dinner with Brooke and then went to Brooke's briefly so Bailey could visit with Brooke's dog, Scout. (Correction: Torture Brooke's dog, Scout.) Bailey enjoyed taking his toys and rawhide chew and unlike Kaitlin, he has no problem retrieving it right back from her, even if she gets knocked over (which she LOVED immensely). After some time of rough play, we escaped before Bailey had the chance to break anything. And trust me, she didn't want to leave.
We arrived home (around 8:30) and she decided she needed to play with our own dog. I included some photos just for fun.
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