Day 221 - August 8

Grandma, Grandpa Jeff, and Aunt Heather got into town this afternoon. I, of course, planned nothing for dinner, so we ended up going out to Texas Roadhouse. Our choice was completely based on coming up with a place that would keep Michaela happy.

If she can eat peanuts, she's happy.

She was even happier to sit between Grandma and Grandpa Jeff. And even happier still to throw peanut shells on the floor.

Even better than that? Pulling the shells out of the shell bucket and then throwing them on the floor. And why was this ok? Because Grandpa said so.