For months Emmett and I have been going to baby talk at our local libraries and for months I've been trying to get Brendan to come with us and for months he's either been working, busy or just not really wanting to go. So when work was postponned this morning I jumped all over him about coming to baby talk with us. I'm pretty sure I used guilt, eyelash batting, puppy dog eyes and my personal favorite...the ever adorable Emmett. Even though I go through all these motions EVERY time Brendan is off during baby talk he always says no "it's your thing" he tells me.
Today was no different
K: "don't you want to go to baby talk with us?" imagine pouting wife, looking up through the lashes while holding a very happy and adorable son.
B: "well, it's your thing"
K: "It's Emmett' thing. He loves it." pout pout pout (it's shameful, and I take full advantage of it, how we women can use the pout)
B:"you really want me to come?"
K:"Well, not if you don't want to. I just thought you might want to see how E interacts with his friends" Oooh, use the adorable baby against him.
B: "Alright, where should I meet you?"
K: "At this library" spoken after moments of silence and after the biggest grin erupts over my face.
And the little family went to baby talk, Daddy had a great time (even met another dad) and they all lived happily ever after.
Happy Friday Everyone. We have a severe windchill warning for tomorrow (-50C) so later today Emmett and I are heading out to stock up with food, goodies and movies for the weekend.
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