1. On Monday we got a foot of snow. I decided to walk to the grocery store with Ro in his stroller. I spent the trip there and back cursing in frustration / basking in the imaginary fortune I'd make from the invention of snap-n-go snow tires.
2. On Tuesday Melinda and her 9-month-old daughter Willa stopped by. They live in our building, and I've asked Melinda for advice many times, and sought refuge in her apartment when the apartment directly above us gutted their bathroom, one tile at a time. She said: when a baby puts their foot in their mouth, that's a sign of intelligence. This is exciting news for us, since Roan has been attempting to eat his own feet for days now. Striving for intelligence, clearly.
Roan and Willa: Intelligentsia / Part Time Baby Models
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