The Sweet Stuff
We learned something new yesterday: federal law states that you can only purchase a hand gun in the state in which you reside per your drivers license. You can, however, purchase a rifle out of state. Go figure. We were bummed by this reaization, as I don't like being without my hand gun, well, anywhere these days, but that's the law and I can't do anything about it presently. Looks like I'll have to add "learning how to fly with a hand gun" to my already insane travel repertoire.
Amelia was excited to visit our favorite local NOLA gun shop and she was especially thrilled when she saw the bucks on the wall. She threw her hand-antlers up onto her head and screamed, "HUGE BUCKS DAD!!!" The two of them make this same hand gesture at each other when she sees him in the dugout. Doesn't get sweeter.
What I've already learned: how to prepare a meal using only two burners from a hotel room with a toddler and an infant with no baby gadgets. "Good job Mama," she told me. Ah. The sweetest words.
And the sweetest reminders.
Millie is such a good daughter. And she's a good mommy too.
Making sweet memories, one day at a time!
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