…That’s all I have to say about the weather this weekend. Which leads me to only one conclusion- I need to move to San Diego. Immediately.
In other news, we’re going to San Antonio! Or, I’m going to San Antonio- and Brisket may be joining me sometime between Friday and Sunday. He’s waiting for his flight to be confirmed. Guess that means I’ll have a head start on him in salsa consumption…
Not much else to report from the weekend- I’m still a bit groggy from being woken at 4 a.m. to a cat purring (and yes, it is 2:30pm). No, we do not have a cat.
Li has a stuffed lion that purrs when you press its paws. I thought she had rolled onto it in her crib- the girl is a crazy sleeper and I feel bad for her future partner… so I ran into her room to remove it before it woke her up. In hindsight, I realize how silly this was as the girl can sleep through thunderstorms, dogs barking, and heavy objects dropped on the floor- all of which happened last night.
It turns out my daughter was wide awake- and was just hanging out, pressing the paw between her pudgy little fingers. At 4:00 a.m.
Cause obviously that’s the time to do that, Mommy. Duh.
Upon seeing my surprised face, wacked-out hair, and pajamas, Li calmly handed me her cup and asked for another glass of water.
Again, my apologies to any future partner of hers.