On Saturday, Leo and his family took Margaret and Ellie swimming in a neighbor's pool.
I went grocery shopping, which isn't glamorous at all, but I'm working full time now, and a massive weekend grocery shopping binge means that I know what we're having for dinner every night and I know that we have the wherewithal to have it. It also means that this is on our fridge.
Sunday's menu seems needlessly grim, but what are you going to do?
Anyway, Margaret and Ellie had a grand old time, and Ellie spent some quality time with chairs.
I would share pictures of Margaret frolicking in the pool, but Leo didn't take any.
We can tell that she had fun, though, because she fell asleep at 6:30, which is completely unheard of. Except now. Now you've heard of it.
This isn't a picture of Saturday night; this is last night, where she fell asleep on the floor because she was insisting that she wasn't sleepy, not at all, and she couldn't stay in her room. Saturday night, she just curled up next to Leo on the couch and quietly drifted off in the middle of The Cat in the Hat.