I didn’t feel like cooking last night, Matt didn’t feel like cleaning, and Miri was tired of being in the house all day. So, we went out. Matt didn’t want to bother with the stroller, and squirmy Miri didn’t want to bother with being held, so we just held her hand and she strolled down Market street. First we “browsed” (pulled all the books off the shelves then pressed the “quack” button in the duck book 492 times) in a kid’s bookstore, then we ate at Sam’s Sushi in Ballard. I’m glad we ordered Miri her own food, because she gobbled her sushi and slurped up all the miso soup. And also, I don’t like sharing food. Avocado roll, tamago, rice, and even a bit of pickled ginger were all big hits tonight. My little baby has been replaced with a toddler who walks down the street, reads books, and eats sushi. I swear I only just blinked.