Saturday, December 26, 2009

High times at the Hyatt

Fletcher enjoyed every minute of the hotel in White Plains. No stairs to speak of, but lots of doors, a fitness room with a mirrored wall, long hallways, a fireplace, elevators, and a giant bowl of sparkly styrofoam balls. Every toddler needs a bowl of sparkle balls for Christmas.






Fletcher and I had a difference of opinion:




He wanted to hang out in other people's hotel rooms, and I didn't want him to. I always ruin his fun.



I made it up to him by letting him ride the elevator for a while, followed by some time spent roaming the halls.












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