Today was gorgeous so Claire got to go for a walk. Here she is decked out in a cute hat that actually fits. It was handed down to us by one of my friends (from one melon-headed baby to another).
Then we walked up to Alex's daycare to get him. I had the single stroller and had planned on putting Claire in the Ergo carrier while Alex rode in the stroller, but he insisted on being in the Ergo. Ever since I made the mistake of walking up to get him the day we had 40-50 MPH wind gusts and I stopped by a looming, and apparently very scary, hedge to soothe him as he screamed bloody murder, he's terrified of riding in the stroller past those bushes.*My maternal grandmother ALWAYS had a lit cigarette (OK, well, only when she was awake) and, as far as I can remember at least, couldn't laugh without coughing. She laugh-coughed a lot, just like our little munchkin.