Saturday we saw Christina. She took us to the Nike store and we got some sweet new kicks.
Later, we almost went to a birthday party. The wife of a friend of ours from college had rented out a room at a bar. Christina made sure babies could come, and Sierra said yes. So, we showed up, walked in, and started to go upstairs. Then the bartender came over to us. "Um," he says. "We don't really allow babies in the bar." "It's okay," we replied. "We're going to a private party." "No," he said. "It's not."
Instead of the party, we settled for Chinese food. I gave Ryanne some yakisoba noodles and chicken.
It's a funny face, but it is funnier because she would take a bite of noodle, and then make the face. Then she would take a bit of chicken, and make the face. She kept eating and making faces until all of the food was gone. If a food causes me to make that face, I don't normally keep eating. But she cleaned her plate.
Christina had a bike race the next day, so she taught Ryanne about carbo-loading.
Sunday we went to Great Aunt Celeste's and Great Uncle Dennis's house for breakfast. They made us potatoes and quiche. I. Love. Quiche. Pretty much anything with eggs in it is good for me. You could put eggs on a pizza and I would order it.
When I reread that to myself, it sounds kind of gross.
Anyway, they have a dalmation, Matty, who Stanley loved. Matty thought Stanley was just okay. Matty liked Ryanne though, especially after she gave him some of her rice cracker.
After we went for a walk with Celeste and Matty and got nice and muddy, we went to meet Amy for brunch. Ryanne impressed all of the other diners with her cuteness and well-behavedness (I'm not kidding the people at the tables around us LOVED her.) We ate at Besaw's. It was really good.
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