Last night daddy and I sat on the couch and watched the Stanley Cup Finals on our big screen projection TV. It's like our living room was full of big men with sticks- both scary and exciting. Daddy tried to explain the rules of the game to me, but I wasn't listening. I'll figure the game out later.
Prior to the game, we all went to the farmer's market in downtown Iowa City. I like going to the farmer's market. Mommy and daddy push me around in my stroller while the other shoppers ooh and ahh over my adorable good looks. It is very complimentary to my increasingly effluent ego. My stroller makes a convenient shopping cart, and mommy filled it up with fresh arugula, french radishes, plump tomatoes, olive bread, asparagus, and a bag of lavender shortbread cookies (YUM!). As per the usual farmer's market protocol, we stopped into the Co-op grocery store before heading home. Mommy picked up some fruit and ice cream and daddy bought a couple of bottles of beer. He said it was essential for watching the hockey playoffs- I'm not sure why.
When we got home, mommy and daddy had a wonderful radish-tomato salad while I feasted on breast milk (YUM!) I think mommy slips narcotics in her milk, because I always feel kind of stoned right after a big meal. Daddy had a big mug of beer, so he was a little tipsy as well. Daddy shared the last of his mug with sister Denali, who loves dark beer (she's fairly discriminating when it comes to beer- she won't drink light or cheap beer, only the "good stuff"). So there we were: Daddy and Denali in their porter-induced nirvana and me in my breast milk coma, sitting in the rocking chair, soaking up the atmosphere of the Stanley Cup playoffs.
The Ducks won again! Go Ducks!
1 comment:
Sophie, I LOVE your blogs! It sounds like you have been very busy nad learning a lot-fast!! I am very much looking forward to our many adventures in July...you must show me around the farmer's market! :)
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