Today Marshall was a little English Man.
I know, I died from the cuteness a little too.
He rarely wears shoes at this point and still thinks they are just weird toys attached to his feet.
We went to story time at the library and I almost got beat up by a crazy lady on the way. I had decided to walk (its like 5 blocks each way) and it happened to be raining. Now, when I say "raining" I mean that it was lightly sprinkling. Misting really. I didn't even wear a rain coat or bring an umbrella, just a sweater (and flip flops). I put Marshall in the stroller. Personally I believe that fresh air outweighs the "risk" of getting a little wet. Also we both LIKE going outside. Trust me, if Marshall wasn't happy it would be obvious. Babies let you know.
So, we were walking to the library when this woman ran out of a restaurant and basically accused me of child abuse and said she should call the police. I had no idea how to respond to the crazyness so I ended up laughing in her face and told her "good luck with that, you can tell them we'll be at the library."
Its not like I left an infant outside during a downpour. I was wearing jeans and a sweater and the "rain" didn't even soak through. Marshall was in a stroller that blocked out most of the wetness.
I know this is California and we are used to sunny weather... but rain is not made of acid people! Believe it or not, some people live in places where it is wet almost every day. And they still venture outside.
Anyways, story time was a hit, as were the puzzles: