Well, Dale and I are the first to admit, we can't handle the Wilson boys (we're wimps), but we invited Mercer to come to our house for a sleepover.
It was a big hit! Mercer was a doll, like usual.
I ended up having to take her home at 10:30, though. Why, you ask? Not because she wanted to go, but because I wanted to go to sleep and this kid wasn't even yawning. Basically, I'm a wuss.
Playing with Bryn's cart that Dale's boss gave us. It's awesome!
The latest in designer eye wear: spoon goggles.
Awe.
Heated political debate.
I finally got around to giving Mercer her birthday present (which was in March). It's a grocery cart with groceries and money. Well, I come out of putting Bryn down and she has EVERYTHING in it. Her blanket, stuffed animals, etc. She was walking around the room picking things up and putting them in there that weren't even hers. She looked like a hobo. The cutest hobo we've ever seen.
