Lately Greta has been mumbling "Oh, bad day, bad day" when something goes wrong. It's hilarious!!! (and I guess a little bit sad too...) Matthew pointed out that she must've gotten it from the Dr. Seuss book "Hop on Pop" where dad has a bad day..."what a day dad had."
Today Greta had a great day--even though there were a few "bad day" moments. We went to Granville Island and she got a hair cut (we succumbed to feeding her jelly beans nearly the entire time she was in the hair cut chair to ease her fears...she was pretty traumatized at first!), we looked at many geese and ducks at the pond, and then spent a lot of time at the Granville Island playground. After a relaxing nap (well, more like a quiet time...Greta didn't sleep the whole 2.5 hours in her crib but played contentedly...when I finally went in to get her she was standing up in her crib singing "Michael row the boat ashore, Hallelujah"!!), we spent the afternoon in the sunshine at the park down the street. Hopefully she will adjust fairly easily to me being around quite a bit more...but soon she will definitely have some more legitimate competition for my attention...yikes! But Baby: we all can't wait for you to come out!
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