I've decided to start instituting some official Hannah-Mommy time. I told her we could do whatever she wanted (secretly hoping she'd want to get her nails done because Mommy needs a pedicure BIG TIME). But she asked to go to the book store. And while her choice might not have been in the best interest of my feet, it still made me pretty happy. She even passed up my offer to get her a treat from the Starbucks (no cupcakes? no cheesecake? are you sure you are my child?!) because she was eager to get to the kid's section.
She walked right in and started telling me which books she wanted. And then promptly forgot about each book when she saw the next. And then forgot about books entirely when she saw the Thomas the Train set.