TubaDad had a tuba performance Sunday afternoon, so the girls and I tagged along and made a roadtrip out of it.
We started the day with Donettes and milk in bed (have to kick a roadtrip off the right way, of course), explored the San Francisco zoo, then the girls and I hung out at a local mall and had icecream and found a few bright sparkly things at a Christmas store. The Christmas store was their idea, not mine, by the way. Frankly I thought that taking two three-year-olds who hadn't napped and had just eaten a pile of sugar into a mostly breakables store was insane. Ah well. They swore up and down that they would behave (I made them shake on it before we went in the store), and they actually did. I was so shocked I actually let them buy something.
Here are a few pics of the girls whooping it up at the zoo. Ro is in the white jacket and Ree is in the black one (except for the first pic):
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And here's a quick little video of Ro and Ree attacking their cones in the icecream parlor.
Oh, one quick funny: we had to pull over in a parking lot (many times) during the long day to let someone or other use the car potty that we keep in the back of the van. One of the times, TubaDad accidentally parked in a puddle. I wasn't going to say anything, just plopped little Ree on the seat and straddled the puddle while she was occupied. But TubaDad just had to move the car, so I told Ree to hold on, and he backed up a foot or so. Instead of freaking out (like I might have if I'd been sitting on the pot and it moved), she screamed with joy and yelled "Wheeeeeeeee hee hee hee, good thing I have a handle of my potty!" Well then of course Ro demanded the same treatment, so we had to swap places and do it all again with her little butt on the throne. I can only imagine what people must think when they see us doing these kinds of things...