This past weekend i threw the babe in the van and hit the open road. We headed to visit my BFF/tucker & lex’s unofficial godmother’s casa- she had lots of fun planned for us- the main event being going to a miniature donkey farm to visit the animals. . . and baked goods. Because no day is complete without baked goods and farm animals. Lex was a champ. A legit champion. I actually sang her “we are the champions” as a lullaby once i tucked her into bed for the night. She survived being in the car THE WHOLE DAY (and i survived singing “baby bumblebee” 3,000x, and car dancing to about 365 bubble guppies songs), she survived the day on a 20 minute power car nap, and she loved all the farm animals (farm girl even groomed a goat. . . not many 2yr old can claim that prize). The only annoying part of the day came on our drive home- we were no more than 20 minutes into our 2.5 hour drive home when i hear ” PASTA MOMMY. PASTA PLEASE” on repeat from the back seat. . . So off the road we pulled to find lex some of her precious pasta.
I’m really really digging all the one on one time i get to spend with her. . . and i’m really digging her stellar attitude about most things. I love all our “adventures” and i (almost) love the fact that even mundane things like grocery shopping turn into “adventures” when you have a toddler in tow.
not thrilled about our matching outfits. . . and not thrilled that she didn’t get pasta for lunch. #toddlers.
lex hugged a LOT of donkeys. . .
her favorite animal at the farm? the chickens. . . she wanted to pet one of those bad boys SO badly. But the chickens were not open for petting business. So they got chased by a bawlking 2yr old instead.