Sharing

Here, have a little of mine...

Oh, let me help wipe your mouth...

Which led to this... red sauce finger prints on Fletcher's head.

"Those" people

Yep, it finally happened. We were "those" people.

It started out innocently enough. I took the kids to Chick-Fil-A for dinner. No, although it may seem so, I do not take them there every day or even every week. But it was Tuesday - kids eat free night - and Pat is out of town so I'm not cooking.

Tonight, the kids activity at CFA was play dough! Normally Sydney is content to just hang out and watch the kids do their thing but tonight she wanted to be right in the mix. I have not been brave enough to introduce play dough to our home and watching a bunch of little munchkins smash it into their clothes and onto the floor, I am none too eager to start! She was having a ball - playing with the molds, mixing the colors, folding and mashing and rolling the dough.

Aside from a few attempted nibbles of the stuff she was doing great. But it was getting late and Fletcher was beginning to get fussy so time to go. I should have known it wasn't going to be pretty when as I started cleaning up and put Fletcher in the carseat she started backing away and playing with renewed vigor. She was sending me clear warnings. Daring me to try and make her leave.

"Time to go home, Sydney."

She furrows her brow, shakes her head violently side-to-side and backs farther away from me, whining and gathering as much play dough as she can. Maybe she thinks I can't take her if she's holding the stuff?

I peel her fingers away from the play dough and scoop her up.

And that's when it happened.

Have you ever tried to hold a toddler who does not want to be held? They straighten and stiffen their body. Squirm and arch in every attempt to get out of your arms. Flailing arms, kicking feet. And the wailing. Oh my goodness. It's only made more difficult when you are also carrying another child.

Oh, how many times in my past single life have I watched a parent with a tantrum throwing toddler, full of all sorts of judgmental thoughts? And oh how things change when you have one of your own. The funny thing is, when I was in one of "those" moments, I really didn't notice any stares. Maybe it was because the place was full of understanding parents. Or maybe I didn't care. I just focused on getting out of there and into the car without dropping either child.

In the car, I had the realization I had just been one of "those" people. And I had a really good laugh!

Dear Daddy,

We missed you today! I didn't want you to miss out on anything about our day so Mommy documented (some) of the day with the camera.

We did manage to have a little fun even though you are gone. We filled the little pool with water. It didn't get warm enough for my standards. Maybe tomorrow.

We played in the backyard for a long time. Fletcher and I took turns on the swing. We rode in the wagon around the block and I tickled Fletcher's big ole sweaty feet. They were hanging out of his seat in my face anyway. When we got back, he made a BIG mess eating his bananas. My sticky messes are NOTHING compared to his gross slobbering.

After nap time, I had my favorite popcorn snack! And we read the animal books over and over and over and over again! I just can't get enough of those silly cows and pigs and sheep. Baaa!

Since the pool was too cold, we went to the park this afternoon (after Fletcher FINALLY woke up from his nap - that kid really puts a crimp in my plans). There were lots of fun kids there to play with. Some girls were playing tennis so I took my racquet and ball out too. Back home, I played really nicely with Fletcher. Like I always do. I even tried to share my popcorn and milk with him but Mommy told me No.

Tonight we went to Ava and Connor's house for a pizza party (cupcakes too)! We played and then ate and played some more. Their doggie (ruff-ruff) played with us too. They have a fun sand box and water table thingy that I loved. Mommy said I was a soaking wet filthy mess when we left but I didn't care.

{YAWN} I've had a big day and am going night night. Mommy kept telling me over and over again what a good girl I was today while you were gone. Duhhh. Well, except for that one time when I was sent to time out for breaking a bunch of lightbulbs. Oops. They shouldn't make those things so fragile! I even kept my pigtails in ALL day. I guess they're not so bad.

We love you and can't wait to see you so you can play ball with me again and catch me on the slide. Come home soon.

Love, Sydney

Ice Cream Friday!

Because it was Friday. And beautiful outside. And daddy was gone. And, well, just because it's yummy... we went for ice cream this afternoon. McDonald's still makes the best soft serve cones (and french fries). Hands down.

YUM!

What about me???

Mmmm... it comes out of the bottom too!

My Favorite Things!

Wanna know what my favorite attraction is in Houston? No, it's not the zoo. Or the rodeo. There is no admission fee, although it generally is expensive to visit.

My favorite place is Central Market, the mega foodie grocery store in downtown Houston. It's the most amazing speciality/butcher/seafood/wine/cheese/bakery/deli/and-so-much-more market I've ever seen! It's like Whole Foods and Fresh Market, combined and on crack. It's food nirvana. It makes my head spin.

I was downtown anyway today for my annual exam (joy) and picking out fabric for dining room chairs (talk about making your head spin). I couldn't very well leave the vicinity without going to Central Market! After all, I had only been there once before and it was with both kids, one of which (you can guess who) was getting testy and didn't want to ride in the cart any longer. This is NOT a place for a toddler on the loose.

So I entered the doors today, completely unencumbered and free to wander with the very loose mission of purchasing lunch and figuring out dinner. It's a dangerous place for someone like me. Not only is the sheer variety of ingredients overwhelming, the whole experience will test every ounce of self control you may think you have. I could spend all afternoon in there, getting lost amid the aisles of cheese (yes, aisles is plural), fresh pastas, vinegars, oils, peppers, leafy greens, mushrooms... ok, I have to stop now.

Over an hour and a dozen different meal ideas later, I left in a food-induced haze and note to self to be more organized next time. And there will be a next time. Lots of them. The reality that a store like this is in my backyard is just beginning to sink in. I may need to get a second job to support my Central Market habit but I can't wait for all the exciting meals in our future.

Happy St. Patrick's Day!

This morning we all had some element of green on for the holiday and Sydney was tolerating her pigtails. Perfect photo op!

Feeling bold, I decided to set up the self-timer and attempt to capture a photo of all three of us. Rarely ever am I in a photo with both of the kids. Why I decided to do it on my own is still a mystery. I get a little over zealous that way sometimes.

After a few total misses, I finally set up the camera with one hand, grabbed both kids, wiped up the spit-up.... click - ugh. Totally back-lit but there we are.

Hmmm. Better to keep this simple and just focus on the kids. Fletcher was happy with the set-up!

Sydney on the other hand...!!!

But finally, peace. Hi all! Happy St. Patrick's Day!

Balloon Tiara

We love Chick-fil-A! Not only are Tuesday's "Kids Eat Free" nights but our local CFA always has something fun for the kids to do. Tonight the Balloon Man was there and he made Sydney a beautiful balloon tiara.

Here is the princess trying it on...

steady now...

dang! too much force...

maybe this will work better...

hmmm, i should have asked for a purse...

what are you looking at!

dagnabit! work with me here!

how's it look?

ah, what the hell!