We were pretty sluggish yesterday morning, the drive definitely caught up with us. We managed to drag ourselves out of the room at 11:30 a.m. We wanted to give SS time to hang out, she watched Rio and cartoons. We hit the ground running and did not slow down until 7:00 p.m. We are disappointed that we did not get much accomplished. P noted that we might have to come back again. Hell to the no, if we can't achieve our goal today we are moving to Plan B. It will entail more work in the long run, but it is a small price to pay to avoid another helter skelter trip.
P has an appointment at 9:30, and the plan was to run an errand and head home. But no trip is complete without the magic that is me getting hurt. It's really starting to get annoying. P is adamant that I see a doctor, and sadly dude is right. This is a delay we do not need, but better to spend a few hours being poked and prodded, than to end up hospitalized. That would really mess things up.
SS's impression of a burrito. She loves to be bundled. Last week she came out of the bathroom into our room shouting "burrito coming through."
SS had quite the appetite yesterday morning. She had a bowl of cereal, some waffle, muffin and sausage. When we left the room she said she wanted chicken nuggets. Since we had lots to do we decided it was worth buying her silence. SS inhaled six nuggets and a strawberry shake. Then not long later, when it was our turn to have lunch, SS went after Baba's steak burrito.