What a nice weekend. I thought I was going into labor on Friday night, but I said, "No! Not until I've had breakfast with Clifford the Big Red Dog!" And that was that.
As expected, Bella was pretty shy around a giant red dog. But she gave him a high five and even wrote him a note. She spent most of the time cutting out her Clifford ears and cleaning out the fruit tray on the buffet.
We stopped at McDonald's next door for an ice cream cone on the way home, since it was a weird had-a-huge-breakfast-but-that-was-3-hours-ago kind of day. And when we got home, Nana and G'pa called and asked Bella if she had seen someone big and red at the Children's Museum. Bella: "Ronald McDonald!!"