What Should We Do Today?

"Well...probably we go to the park?" At least that's how Meredith would respond to the title of this post. She uses the word "probably" in a rather passive agressive way. The same can be said of her use of the word "actually." As in:
Mommy: It's time for bed, Meredith.
Meredith: Well, actually, it's time to read a book.

Another favorite, recent, Mer-ism...She cheered for the Boy Cows all day Sunday. And I guess it worked, cause we did whoop the Giants. Poor little Eli.

Okay, now let's get to the goods. Here's what we do everyday, more or less.

Early to bed, early to rise, makes a man healthy, wealthy, and wise? Actually, getting up at 5:45 just makes us turn on Barney until Mommy and Daddy can function, so I'm pretty sure that isn't getting of us any closer to a life of health, wealth, and wisdom.


When the folks finally get it together to stumble to the kitchen for some coffee, Mer begins her cleaning routine. She is her father's daughter. Putting a new liner in the trash can is fun. Not as much fun as spraying the floor with a water bottle and cleaning it on your hands and knees (!?), but pretty fun.


When you get up at 5:30, you can be knocking Daddy over at the end of the slide by 8am, easy.


At some point, you've got to get up to some high jinks with Waltie. Here, she sees if she can convince Walt that her tummy hurts (she can), so that he'll run tell the moms and get some much sought after medicine for her (he can't).


A portion of each day must be spent walking out the door, knocking on the door, gaining entrance to the room, and repeating. This is done with lots of "have a good days" and "I go to work nows." Luckily for us, it's also done with hugs and kisses for each departure.


Mom usually tries to go for a jog at some point, and lately that means more of a jog/stop routine, because Meredith is so busy requesting leaves of every hue that it's hard to build any momentum. I put my foot down when she asked for blue. Here she is, arranging her collection.


This tacky mirror is finally leaving the building. But not before we make Mer play Elvis.


Last picture of the night. Right before she goes to bed. S U R E she does...I didn't give her the blue gum...