Fans. Whoa. We went over to Kendra's tonight for a Labor Day BBQ. Lovely night. Lovely company. Lovely Mexican dip. In short, all was lovely. And then Baby Bird started to cry. And she would not be deterred! A full scale revolt! The likes of which has never been mounted by Baby Bird. I mean really, Fans. If the Bird has a hallmark, it is her mellowness. A armistice was declared when nursed, but it proved to be temporary. Meanwhile, Joe was padding about chirping, "Go home? Go home?" Undoubtedly, we will be asked over again next weekend as a fabulous time was had by ALL!
In closing, we would not that Baby Bird did NOT--amazingly!--fall asleep in the car on the way home, and her temperature is a cool-a-cucumber 98.3. She is now dozing in her crib. Joe is being bathed and will shortly join her in Slumberland or, at least, he will be in the big boy bed to which he has, of late, been walking "on his own two little feet."
This is Mama Choo-Choo Train, signing off. Choo choo!
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