Update on 3

We are now entering the stereotypical age of 3, complete with whining, smack-talking, and demands. And oh yes, tears in her (root)beer.

Lord.

Today Paul's taking the day off for a Dadd-daughter day. They're going to pick strawberries (per Anna, she must protect them from the Big Brown Bear!). Then later tonight they're going to an Astros game. Since I was supposed to be in Germany, I am without a ticket, which makes my argument for not really wanting to drag beautiful 3 up and down the seats to the potty, to get popcorn, drinks, trinkets, and for the long haul from the car to the stadium MOOT.

In the meantime I have no idea what to do with my spare time tonight. I should have plans on stand-by at all times. Who's free? Dinner? Wine? What up?

Bueller, Bueller?

Who am I kidding, it's me and the DVR tonight!