As of today, I am officially out of No. 1 size diapers and up to No. 2s. Daddy just took the last one off, we saddled up in some new trousers and we aren't looking back.
It gives a girl a real sense of accomplishment to grow into a bigger size pants. I'm sure all you women out there know what I am talking about.
Anyway, enough about my drawers.
This weekend, Mommy and Daddy went to see a concert in Chicago. When I first heard, I was excited because I figured I would be in my Baby Bjorn, rocking along with them in the front row. But no, I wasn't invited.
However, Grandma Kathy and Grandpa Rich came down to hang with me so I wouldn't be lonley. It worked too, because you never have to be lonely when your grandparents are around. I also scored a new outfit out of the weekend. Grandma Kathy said it was on sale, so it's OK. Can't argue with that logic. Although Daddy said there were a lot of GI Joe and He-Man guys on sale back in the day, too, but grandma didn't get all excited about them.
He's just jealous.
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