We went to lunch with my mom first, and we played "I'm thinking of something". Like I Spy, but you don't have to spy it first.

So first my mother thought of something that starts with a B and is in the garden (and a new hint is given every round). It was a butterfly. Then I thought of something that starts with a C and is in the garden. It was the compost. And Ana thought of something that starts with an S and is NOT in the garden. I forget what it was. And then it was Evangeline's turn, and I told her to just tell us what *color* it is instead of what letter it starts with.

Okay. It's blue and it's NOT in the garden. Got it. It's not the sky, or a flower, or the house. It's blue and it's not an animal (that's the second hint). Okay, it's not up at all, ever. And it has... three legs? No, it's not a scary monster.

Finally, staring unbelievably at her, we ask what it is. We gave up!

"I forgot!"

Well, this is what you have to expect when playing guessing games with three year olds, but I just about died laughing. I laughed and I laughed! Next time (the ceiling) I made Evangeline tell me first and I just didn't play. I kept telling her not to point, but she did anyway.

Later we went to the Billy Johnson Playground in Central Park. We got our faces painted (the woman took a pic and my email, but she hasn't sent it yet), and the girls got free balloons. One popped, so Ana took that as well and told me she'd "give it away". And she did - to the park musicians! LOL.

When we made our way to the playground we played a LOT on the slide and the slide and the slide. I told Ana that she could go wherever she liked in the playground, even the big slide, without me so long as she didn't do anything stupid, but that she couldn't take her sister unless she told me, and that I had to be there if Evangeline wanted to use the slide. (It's really big, but more than that it's too easy for small children to accidentally cut in line.)

And I helped a woman get her baby into her moby for the firstest time ever. It was, lemme tell you, THE worst wrap job I have done in a LONG time. I'm not an expert on front carries, having only gotten a wrap when Evangeline was bigger, and doing a wrap on somebody ELSE is very different from doing it on yourself. You wouldn't think it'd be any harder, but it is. Still, he was secure and fell asleep pretty fast. I wasn't happy with the way the cross was spread in my FWCC, I could see it could've been done more securely, but it wasn't dangerously bad and she'd feel if he shifted anyway (plus, really, this is her first time wearing. Her hand was gonna hover, right?)

Still and all, I gave her links to slingsinthecity and whatnot so she could get some better help.

And then we went home. I'm gonna reclaim my fans from Jenn now that they've put in the AC upstairs.