Write about: the picnic.
Today Kat and I celebrated our sixth wedding anniversary by picking up 70 pounds of blueberries (hopefully our winter's supply) and having a big family dinner at her parents house (was supposed to be a picnic at the beach but howling winds gently suggested that something indoors would be a better idea).
We're actually going out for dinner, just the two of us, tomorrow night. Max and Miles will be hanging out with Kat's parents. Fingers crossed that all goes well.
Speaking of Miles, he rolled over from his back to his belly for the first time Friday morning (while nobody was watching, naturally). Today he went from his belly to his back for the first time.
At this rate he's going to be running around in no time.
"Woah! Look at this spread!"
"There's gotta be enough food here to feed a small army!"
"I don't even know where to start. How about cake first?"
"Dessert before your meal? How naughty."
"Well I d-"
"Stop talking and get me a piece."
"Hah, that's what I thought. Let me just break a bit off here, make sure you get some icing..."
"Oh great, I see the humans have returned."
"Just in time to ruin our picnic, as always."