Nothing beats a cold, blustery late-autumn day like a nice, warm bubble-bath...complete with floaty ducks, of course.
We wanted to go check out Hayden Hill Park, but I couldn't muster the motivation until after lunch, and by then the skies threatened to open so I considered a shorter trek to our local park down the road instead with Ryan just in the Moby. However, once we were kitted up we locked the door and headed down the drive only to feel ::drip, drop, drip, drop:: before we even reached the main road.
Back inside we went.
Now we sit back in the same room with the same four walls we have been looking at all day...and a little monkey who doesn't seem as sleepy as he did BEFORE his bath. So, he's free to baby-step (and fall) around the room all he pleases because the more he does this, the better he will sleep tonight.
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