Big Daddy’s new firm sent the girls a package full of goodies on Friday- sweatshirts (above), piggy banks, toys, etc. We also received a dozen red roses delivered to our front door last Friday- his first day.
The fall weather has finally arrived and the kiddos piled into the double jog stroller- for their morning outdoor cafe ride. They ride, snack on cheese sticks and Ritz, drinking their juice boxes while I huff and puff pushing 60 lbs of little girls around our gated, hilly hood.
This afternoon we had a wedding, and decided to take Britton with us (they were both invited however Kenley naps in the afternoons). On the way to farm, where the wedding would take place, Britton said- “We must be weally spechul to be invited to da weddin“
She didn’t understand, however, why she wasn’t in the wedding. Although she did offer to carry the pillow this time. She finally settled on being the guest, if she could hold the bridesmaid’s bouquet once they were announced.
She’s such a funny kid! Nobody likes to dance like my Britton. Certainly not her mommy or daddy.
Even the videographer, who is at a different wedding every weekend, asked me if Britton had been in a wedding lately because she looked familiar.
Turns out he was the videographer at Aunt Sara Britton’s wedding- small world.