She learned to climb the stairs. And then she found the toilet--with some of her brubbers unflushed poo hanging out inside, so that was nice--and then she screamed for five minutes when I shut the lid and washed her hands. And then she gave me a big grin and took a purposeful nose dive off the bed. Luckily she landed on a pillow, but she scared the crap out of both of us.
And then, several hours later, I noticed a small, but definitely there toother popping out of her lower gum.
"Oh thank god," I thought to myself, "She's not possessed by demons, she's just teething!"
In honor of my last baby's first tooth, yet another randomly timed link-up:
Logistical overwhelm. It has a name!
Want a winner for dinner? Make this. The sauce looks enough like red sauce that the Kid didn't freak out. Little Miss shoveled it into her mouth by the fistful. Sweet Husband went for seconds and thirds. I don't even know if it's that good for you in the grand scheme of vegetables, but there's something about getting an eggplant into their stomachs with no protest that makes me feel quite clever.
But if your soul needs feeding instead, read this. Or watch this documentary about Eunice Kennedy Shriver. The latter makes me want to go conquer the world, the former makes me think that maybe--in smaller ways--I already might be.
And also read this. While I get a lot of comfort from reading blogs written by moms of little kids, I love Andrea's perspective as a mom of older boys. I think I'll always find my zen in cooking, but part of me does wonder if there's not something to her theory of the joy of completing a task--any task--when you have young children.
Back to frivolity, though, this sweatshirt. I think it could be the perfect autumn Saturday afternoon uniform. Comfy, but not hobo, you know?
I've been doing a random "Buns, Guns, and Abs" challenge for September, and I really like how it gives me a strength training plan, without which I tend to just run until my knees hurt. I'm thinking of trying this one for October.
Last, but not least, for your adult coloring pleasure. (OK, you can share it with the kids, too.)
Have a good first weekend of fall, friends!