Sunday. I skipped my run with PD for the sake of practicing, and foreign. Practicing went out the window when foreign decided to make us a traditional breakfast, which ended up basically being a pancake that was split into many pieces. It wasn’t bad, but…yeah. But he’s so adorable. We were eating it, and he just looks at his plate dejectedly and goes “this does not taste like it should.” D’aww.
Beach, and he boogyboarded for the first time. Man, was he excited. We found CM and her foreign, and we hung out a bit. He looked really happy to be with other foreigns for a while.
We went out to dinner at a lobster place. Came home, and he fell asleep at 8. Again. Wearing all his dirty clothes, sprawled out on the bed…it was hilarious.