Weekend

Friday we picked up gramma at the airport and the fun began. We got to go eat pizza that night and I convinced dad to just let me have a piece, it was good. I also ate plenty of ice. Saturday we went to the winterpark art festival. Lots of people, lots of art. Afterwards we went out to eat, it took a long time to get our food, I tried to be entertaining and ate lots of bread. At one point I loaded my diaper, which mom guessed by my I'm-so-happy-I'm-pooping face. We even went over to a store afterwards and found a few boy outfits on clearance for my baby brother.