Britta goes to church, Britta goes to Starbucks

It's been a busy couple of weeks. Britta has been a constant source of joy and flatulence. When she is gassy her face goes red and her chins compress; she looks like Winston Churchill.

We went to church last Sunday and Britta sat in her carseat. Thankfully she slept through the entire service. She cocked open one eye just before communion which prompted me to rock her back and forth vigorously to lull her back to sleep.

Kristine and I also had a Starbucks date and Britta came with. All the inside tables were filled so we sat outside. Britta became quite agitated and we were guessing whether it was gas or hunger. It turns out she was just chilly, because as soon as we were back in the Highlander she was blissfully serene.