Happy anniversary (again)

Ms. Independent

We celebrated our anniversary earlier in Chicago (since it's crazy busy now and forever) but today marks the day we got married, eight years ago. Being that it's the actual day, we had a little lunch date at Coppa Osteria with Elliot being the third wheel once again. Then we got some coffee afterwards at Fellini and did some shopping around Rice Village.

My dates.

She's ready for lunch. The calm before the storm.

More delicious carbs! At this rate, I'll never eat clean.

But we had to cut it short since Elliot was such a handful. Ms. Independent wanted to walk (aimlessly) on her own. She was all over the place. Rearranging store displays. Messing up neatly folded clothes. It was too much. She's too much. Oh Elliot, you're lucky that you're our last child or else our patience would've been gone long time ago.

It's hard to be mad at this little monster.