Buggy's 3rd annual. Annabelle's 1st annual.
Honestly, not sure why we continue to go to this. It's always hot and crowded. This year it was muggily humid. Yuck. We drive around surrounding neighborhoods for 20 mins looking for somewhere to park - only to end up 7 long blocks away.
But we had plans to meet up with Alan, Cindy, and their 5 y.o. Ashley at noon. So off we went.
Bug just really wasn't feeling it this year. First she threw a fit to sit in the upper seat of the stroller - which is fine now since Annabelle meets the requirements of the rumble seat of being 6 months old.
Here is Bug at our arrival. I brought the sunglasses that matched her outfit, but she wanted the pink ones - much like she picked out her pink shoes of the day.
Greek Street and Swiss Street. At the end there, is my favorite lemonade stand and D's favorite bratwursts. Yum! Last year, Bug kept pilfering my lemonade, so this year I got smart and bought her her own. She didn't want. So D and I split it after we finished our own.
Bug was fussy. Super fussy. I finally held her for a while. While holding her, we moved Annabelle up to the main stroller seat so she could recline. Then Buggy had to sit in the lower seat and she spent her next tantrum (about sitting in the lower seat) kick the under side of Annabelle's seat. Literally kicking Annabelle in the butt. Now Annabelle was crying. I picked up Bug. D picked up Annabelle. :::sigh:::
I think she generally didn't feel good. Sore mouth, plus she barely slept the night before so she was tired added to the fact that it was essentially naptime, so this is how she looked in the hour we were there:
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