I'll start by sharing my woes. Last week I returned to school from spring break and spent the entire week with runny eyes, a runny nose, and a lovely cough. Spring hates me. By Friday I threw in the towel and stayed home. There's only so many times that your nose can drip on your sweater while talking to a colleague before you decide to not show your bulbous red snoz in the workplace.
Boo hiss.
I met my loves at the post office on Tuesday after school. Trinity walked in like a boss.
G worked the blue carpet and that greeting card area like a boss.
I nearly had an anxiety attack due to her socializing and running. I fear postal workers, by the way. I wasn't sure how my daughter would be received with all of her antics. The lady that helped us was a doll. You see, we are planning a family vacation, and passports are in order.
Our wee one was the only family member lacking the appropriate credentials to leave the country.
I've always maintained a current passport, as I find it vital to be able to leave the country at a moment's notice.
Conspiracy theorist, anyone?
I'm embarrassed that it is taking an actual trip to get one for this lovey.
Our friendly postal lady waved Grumpy Cat as G sat on a large US postal box to get her picture taken. It was hysterical. I can't wait to share the picture when we receive it.
G has taken to traveling like this.
Speaking of the post office, we had a special delivery on Saturday from Aunt Shirley for Easter.
Genevieve's collection of soft animals grew by one. She also tried to put on her new outfit.
Thanks, Shirl!
Since I was housebound on Friday, I Nasalcorted and Advilled myself up for an outing on Saturday. We visited the Indianapolis Museum of Art, which is always a favorite of mine.
They had Robert Indiana pieces on the lawn, in addition to his usual LOVE sculpture. G climbed all over this one, jungle gym style. Then her highly educated parents read the sign, "Please Do Not Touch."
I never met a rule I didn't follow.
Lord how I swooped in and scooped up my monkey baby in a heartbeat, while frantically scanning the lawn for security guards with billy clubs.
No security in sight!
We were safe.
She then ran on towards the fountain.
Trinity took her in to see the interactive children's area, where they participated in some Light Bright activity.
I was in charge of watercolor impressionism. I have to admit that I have never painted with the Lady G. That will be changing henceforth.
Our most verbal child approached everyone we saw and pointed at her new shoes and said "kitty."
She's a prodigy, our Genevieve.
We moved back to the lawn for Daddy-Baby wrestling.
Our day was complete after my first trip to Brics, an ice cream spot in Broad Ripple. My taste buds were compromised, but I could still taste creamy.
Delicious.
G had vanilla.
This morning we attended mass for Palm Sunday. I always loved waving those palm fronds around as a kid, and in Sunday school we would tie them into crosses. I wish I could remember how to do that.
G was geared and ready to roll in her new dress from Abby and Papi.
Palm frond waving and hallelujahs can really wear a baby out.
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