In Love With a Nut

Today Nutmeg was playing with some plastic dinosaurs we got at a rummage sale (held at an apple orchard up in dairy country, over Labor Day Weekend). She wanted to know this one's name and that one's name, and of course I could only tell her brontosaurus and triceratops. So we went off to the library, the first time she ever went in search of specific knowledge. "Let's ask the librarian," I told her, and when we approached the woman, right away Nutmeg said, "Oh, I want a book about dinosaurs." And we got one. And Nutmeg is so, so awesome.

Then at Trader Joe's, she pushed a mini cart for the first time. So yeah, now I'm exhausted. But in love.