Wednesday, May 6, 2009
Ro reminded me last night that we were supposed to eat cookie dough for breakfast this morning, since it was "daddy comes home" day. Oops. A quick trip to the grocery store and we were all set for our business-trip tradition. Fly fast TubaDad! By the way, if you turn the fridge dial up a few notches, the cookie dough gets really hard and the kiddos can hack away at it for a good 10 minutes without really getting any, even though they think they're scoring big. (Man, I'm mean.) Our other trip tradition is that the girls choose a stuffed animal to put in TubaDad's luggage and he sends us pictures of the animal in fun locations every day. Here's what he sent this time. Apparently Ro and Ree chose two animals this time. Dang he's a good sport.