Hartford CT, Vol 3

Yesterday, JAC and I headed out to see the home of the famous author Mark Twain and we were promptly kicked out. They didn't allow strollers so I planned on just carrying JAC through the tour and JAC seemed excited about this prospect. We got into the house and JAC started expressing his enthusiasm for the great author. I didn't think much about it because I'm used to JAC being pretty loud and he was happy so I didn't mind. We just stood in the back hoping not to disturb anyone. After the first room of the tour the guide walked back and told me that, " Perhaps, JAC was too little to handle this. We were disturbing others and I could bring him back when he was bigger." I was shocked and frankly wanted to cry. JAC and I left, dejected and shamed.

I called my mom and got a pep talk and then did the one thing that I knew would make things better. I took us to Old Navy and went shopping. I bought us both new shirts and as we drove home I couldn't help but think that Mark Twain would have probably liked such a happy and goofy baby. Hopefully we'll have better luck at the art museum today.