We've been back from vacation for a week now and I think we're back to normal...maybe?
Our food situation in the fridge has considerably improved, I've brought almost all my plants back to life, and I'm finally caught up on laundry and there was a lot. Ryan may or may not have gone out to buy new socks and underwear while I was gone since laundry isn't a word he knows....unless you count that "dryer" means "iron".
I'm also back to the evil place/my favorite time of the day, depending on whether you ask me before or after I finish..
No sweaty workout selfies, it's my gift to you this weekend.
One thing not back to normal though, is a certain toddler's disposition. It's....well, it's awful. I don't know if there's teething involved, or the sudden decrease in full time caretakers has thrown her highness for a loop, but girlfriend is not pleased. She's letting me know all day long.
Seasoned mothers: prepare to eye roll at my newbie pain. This oughta be a good one.
Whoever coined "terrible twos" clearly did so out of convenience and because the alliteration sounded good. My brief nineteen months of parenting have taught me that there are tough times from day one and as soon as I feel like I've mastered one phase, a new one rolls on up to bite me on the ankle. I'll leave you with one example before I move on to the high quality iPhone photos I know you all come here for.
Monday's are usually craft store (or as my mother calls it, crap store) day. I go stock up on whatever I need and face the ornery lady at the fabric counter. She always gives me the stink eye for letting Olivia play with the ribbon (I always put it back, calm yourselves) and looks at us like we're crawling with toddler germs. She's not wrong.
Anyway, after our fabric was cut, with a good 4 people in line behind us, I scoop Olivia (who has somehow procured a bag of 100 buttons) up and plop her in the cart so we can move on. Ohhh hellll no. Not ok with her, so she screams and throws the button bag as hard as her little arm can and they hit the ground, exploding, sending 100 buttons everywhere.
I had too big an audience to whisper yell at her and then speed away like I really wanted to, so I got down on my hands and knees and picked up those tiny little buttons while she tossed everything else in the cart at me. I feel like this is the right time to say #soblessed
Rookie mom lesson: don't let your kid run all over and get their hands on bags of buttons, dummy.
Either that, or just go to a new craft store.
If you think I have a photo to accompany this story, you're drunk. I could not move fast enough to get out of there, so no scattered button photos for you today. Maybe next time?
Instead, here's a few from the moments when she's not using sewing accessories as improvisational bombs.
She knows how to smooch now and it's the best. Ryan's concerned.
For moms who are newer than me or ladies who are expecting: don't let this make you wonder what you're in for. Motherhood rocks, it's just a trip sometimes, but we all survive. I always hate when I tell people how tough this age is and they say "oh just wait until she's 2 or 3 or potty training". Because, thanks, I wasn't feeling railroaded enough by my 25 lb tater tot today, you've just made the next few years seem dismal.
To the moms who have more than one...I bow down to you.
I hope your weekends are filled with coffee, relaxation, and nary a button in sight. I'll see you on Monday with hopefully some less toddler-centric spiel to share!