Mommy isn't Daddy's only girl anymore. This year, Charlotte helped Adam celebrate his first real Father's Day in a number of special ways. She gave him five poopy diapers, spit up large quantities of orange food twice while he was playing with her, cried a lot on account of her teeth, and made such a fuss when we had guests over that we finally had to put her to bed early. Adam remarked, "If this is all I get from her for Father's Day, I'm not sure I want to celebrate it again next year." Of course you do! :)
The only good part about the steamy weather was that Charlotte was relatively good ... since she was on the verge of heat stroke.
No, she wasn't really this red with heat, but she definitely turned pink, went limp, and clung to her sippy cup during our little jaunt through the park.
I'll be better next year, Daddy, I promise ... ;)
As part of the festivities, we decided to go downtown and walk around Hermann Park ... in the lovely 98 degree weather. Yeah, I don't know what we were thinking either.
The only good part about the steamy weather was that Charlotte was relatively good ... since she was on the verge of heat stroke.
No, she wasn't really this red with heat, but she definitely turned pink, went limp, and clung to her sippy cup during our little jaunt through the park.
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