"You've got to stop dropping things--hamburgers, plates, keys..." --Peter
Yep, I just dropped my keys in the dumpster. Brilliant, I know. They were on my finger and I just dropped them in. Peter found them and got them for me. I asked if he had to go dumpster diving to get them and he said just a little bit.
He was nice enough not to mention the bucket of water. I dropped a bucket in the bathroom this morning. It had a lot of water in it. It made a mess.
I also dropped a plate yesterday and broke it. Don't worry, Scott--it wasn't one of the John Deere ones. :)
After dad picked us up from the airport in Chicago we ate at Fuddruckers. We all got our hamburgers and I dropped mine on the floor. I don't know how it happened: one minute it was on the counter the next it was on the floor. And on my pants. The nice girl at the counter told the chef to make me another one. She tried to be so nice about it.
He asked why he had to redo it.
Nice girl: "It fell."
Chef: "What?"
NG: "It fell."
C: "What?"
NG: "SHE DROPPED IT, OK?"
It made me laugh.
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Does Peter need to put handles on Brita? Maybe you should stick her in a Snugli.
I think he probably needs to. I slipped on the ice last week while I was carrying her. I made sure to land baby side up, though. She did not like that at all. I got a maya pouch, though, so if she likes it she should be safe. :)
I slipped on the ice a few weeks ago while carrying Joseph. He was in his car seat (probably part of the reason why I fell), so I just used that to land on. See? It's good for more than just the car!
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