Finding Fake Grass

Apparently someone forgot to turn the heater on in the pool yesterday, because the water was freezing, and Kennedy wanted nothing to do with it.  So we walked around the downtown Farmer's Market, went to lunch, played in the hotel room...and found fake grass.  We're from Florida.  Where we have gigantic snakes and alligators (and the occasional cow) wandering through our backyard.  We can't just sit out in the grass and play.  Or at least I choose not to.  Across the street from our hotel (in the middle of downtown) there's a big section of fake grass.  Kennedy and I hit Starbucks, and then headed out to the fake grass with an iced coffee and a blanket.  The only thing that could have made it better would have been a few toys or books.  That's definitely on the agenda for this afternoon.  It made me wish we lived somewhere that we really could just take a blanket out back and spend the afternoon playing in the grass.  Or at least that we had somewhere in Tampa with fake grass.

It's official.  This my new favorite picture of Kennedy.

And for added humor to today's post.

 

Forget sucking my thumb.  I'm gonna suck my toe.  Just 'cause I can.