Remember this post where I bragged about what a great shopper Liam is? Lies. All lies. Our bi-weekly shopping trip extended into Liam's nap time on Saturday, and he was not happy. As we strolled through the grocery store, Liam would occasionally cry out to ensure that all of the other shoppers knew that he wasn't happy. We passed one woman who needed to point out Liam's crabbiness. "There's that crabby baby again," she said, "he's throwing a fit." Of course, I found it necessary to be equally passive aggressive, so I turned to my sister and said, "Does she have to be so obnoxious?" It was bad enough that I was trying to frantically throw enough food for two weeks into my cart so we could get Liam into the car for a little nap, but dealing with an equally crabby senior citizen kind of pushed me over the edge.
Overheard at the Lake
I'm not sure if it's the cold or the dirtiness, but Liam's not a fan of swimming in the lake. We spend most of our time sitting on the beach. Here are a few of my favorite quotes from this weekend:
"It kind of smells like fish pee over here."
"Shark bones! Shark! Shark! Shark!"
Father's Day Craftiness
Liam created a hand painted card to go with the Game of Thrones books he picked out for his dad. Meanwhile, I attempted Paula Dean's peach cobbler. Only for him.