Last Thursday Joy, known in these parts as Aunt JoJo, took the day off and hung out with Kate. Sarah went to daycare because Joy doesn't love her as much. I kid! Sarah went to daycare because she's too young for ice cream and doesn't yet care about baseball. And that's what they did on Thursday. While Jeremiah and I toiled away in our respective salt mines, Kate frolicked at the square in Decatur and caught a Braves game. She has proven to us over and over that she knows all the words to Take Me Out to the Ball Game - even the "duh duh duh" we all add at the very end, so I guess Joy figured she was game worthy. She didn't make it to the 7th inning stretch, though. Apparently eating an entire foot long hotdog (the very first thing she told me about her day when I inquired) really took it out of her because Joy said two bites into the dippin' dots and she went into full on melt down. Then, after what must have been a really fun trip across the parking lot for Joy, she passed out.
Joy did hang out at our house for a bit with both girls, before delivering Sarah to daycare. She caught on camera Sarah's favorite pastime, trying to drown herself in the dog bowl. Apparently this life is not what she'd hoped for and Lola's water dish seems like the easiest out. My mom must've told her "you know, you can drown in a cup of coffee" too. Lacking access to the coffee, the dog bowl is probably at least as gross to an infant. By the way, in my current office situation I have tried several times to drown myself in my cup of coffee. It doesn't work. I can't fit my nose and my mouth in there at the same time. So, there, mom, see? You can't drown in a cup of coffee!