This is a typical Marlo expression. Brows together, lips pursed...as if she isn't quite buying it.
She got a fancy new high chair today, very Big Girl. I somehow got Mark to go to Babies r Us and Costco on a Sunday during football season. He was a better sport than I was, actually.
Costco on a Sunday is worse than a root canal. Tons of people with no manners and no idea where they're going, then throw the free food samples in the mix and they're way too stimulated. It's like the petting zoo. The demo people have handfuls of pellets and everyone turns into billy goats, bumping carts together. Or worse, they stand there and salivate as they wait for the next batch of
canned tomatoes to be ready. Yes, you're waiting for a spoonful of
canned tomatoes.
I should stay away from there for a little while, ya think?
And Auntie Di, not wanting to disappoint you, Marlo does get her foot in her mouth. It's actually hindering her from sitting up. See, I put her in a sitting position, but then she sees her foot and takes a nosedive for it. She was much better at sitting
before she discovered her feet. Ahh, milestones...