...to buy a fat pig. Or some sunflowers. Or tomatoes. Or to just hang out with my great Great Aunt Robin.
On Wednesday, Mom and I took a field trip to Ann Arbor. We were a little late - I decided to test her patience by dirtying three diapers while she was trying to get me into the car seat - but once we arrived, were in it to win it.
We walked to Farmer's Market.
And found Uncle Pete's back up business if the davets don't work out.
On the way home we stopped at a new attraction - well, new to Mom who likes to wax poetic about her days living in A2. (I'm like, "Lady, that was EONS ago! Of course things have changed.") Anyhow, we grabbed a bite at Downtown Home and Garden sponsored Mark's Carts, a community of independently owned food carts one block off of Main. The idea is to give people who are thinking about opening a restaurant an opportunity to test
the waters, a way for displaced workers looking for a career
change to begin a business without expensive overhead and a chance for
young people enthusiastic about food to try their hand. Mom had whitefish paella. She said it was great. Me - I prefer a boob.
Then, we went back to 337 Mulholland to catch up with Uncle Waddy and endure 2 diaper changes (as a reward I got that boob I'd been salivating over). Robin surprised me with a new book for my growing collection. She said the girl looks like me. I concur. And will put it on Dad's "read to Maisey" list.
The rest of the day was sort of a drag. Lactation consultants and cloth diaper rash experts... So I did what I do second best. I slept.
