That was on Thursday. On Friday she was back to her usual self. Dancing to the Beastie Boys, wearing a crown, Mardi Gras beads and fairy wings.
Mason continues to be challenged to sit this cute little bottom in the tub.
He prefers to sit in Kate's chair than his own. Doesn't really matter if she's in it or not.
Mason and I went shopping Sunday afternoon. I took him mostly because he's having some serious separation anxiety at the moment. So if I leave his sight he screams like someone is chopping off his toes. He's a great little shopper.
Then we cooked out Saturday afternoon. Here's Foz smiling for the camera.





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