The Dailies, #2

Hi, Love. Thanks for all of your Twitters. Your wife is following them hungrily! You need to post a picture of yourself sometime for Meg to see. I showed her the first one of the auditorium, but she didn't quite follow the idea that you were there in that room along with all the stuff.

Our breakfast conversation today:
Me: Daddy's setting up for the conference today. That means that they'll have a bunch of trucks with lots of equipment and instruments on them, and they'll bring all of the equipment off the trucks and put it together in a big room. So it'll be a long, busy day.
Meg: No. Daddy a airplane.
Me: That's right, Daddy was on an airplane yesterday. It took him to Kentucky, where the conference is.
Meg: No. Daddy take a special playground.
Me: No, Sweetie, Daddy won't be able to take you to the playground today. But Mommy will probably take you to a playground.
Meg: No... Daddy take a special playground maybe.

A few minutes later, in the middle of a mouthful of Cheerios, Meg pipes up dreamily, "Go a playground, see somebody play baseball, oh, so much fun!" I think she was thinking of this Monday's outing with a certain favorite someone, don't you?

And here's another funny comment from the day. When I pulled up the shade in the dining room this morning, exposing our magnificent view of one tree, one grassy hill, two cars and the back of a blue townhouse, Meg said, "See whole world!" Then as I climbed on one of the chairs so I could tuck the blind's pull cord up out of reach, she encouraged me with, "Good standing! Good standing on feet, Mama."

Pics from today at the playground behind the Marcs' neighborhood! This first one is my anti-vanity dose for the day.

And here are our sweet babies.