wednesday was the birthday of my favorite eldest sister. this is how i celebrated...
i still really love those cheese eggs on toast (have i mentioned that i add cream and it makes them simply to die for?!) but i have another breakfast favorite too... oatmeal! a half cup of oats, one cup water, 1/4 cup flax seed (i'm currently out, and so is costco, and i'm really not happy about this... it's healthy but really, it adds amazing texture) and microwave for 2 minutes. then stir in a few shakes of cinnamon and some brown sugar. a little whole milk, a little whipping cream (not whipped), and one whole peach cut up (or a cup of diced strawberries). it is knock your socks off incredible. i guess you could make it healthier if that's your thing but i like sweets/dessert for breakfast and this hits the spot. i might even prefer it to peach cobbler. similar but doesn't give you that gluttonous nauseous ioverate feeling.
abigail plays with her dollhouse all day long. sometimes brady and i join in on the fun. when we do, we all like to play with "our" dolls. i'm the mom, abigail is the blonde big sister, and brady is the little baby boy (sadly, his doesn't come in blonde but he doesn't seem to mind). and when christopher gets home, he's the dad. we all know our place.
i gave abigail a haircut. i love and hate it. mostly hate it but it was necessary. her hair barely grows (it's been the same since she was 18 months old) and so thin and fine. it was growing longer on the bottom but not on the top and since it was so thin, it just looked like a stringy little mullet. as her mother, i thought it was cute because it perfectly resembled my hair at that age but honestly, if i looked at her through unbiased eyes, it looked just plain bad. so i cut it. i evened out the bottom and gave her a little bob. i kept as much of the length as i could (the right side was significantly shorter because she doesn't ever twirl knots with her left hand) while evening it out as much as i could. chris says she looks like a boy and i say she looks like she has a helmet haircut. anyways, it was necessary and so even though it totally changes her look and makes her look so much less like my baby pictures, i try not to cry about it too much. someday it will grow, right?!
my friend, jodi, dropped off a few new nail polishes for me on friday (she's always getting fun stuff for abigail and me and dropping off delicious treats so even though my toes looked absolutely horrendous all week, i'm going to pretend it was just a coincidence). as soon as abigail saw my freshly painted toes, she begged me to paint hers too. it took a few days but finally happened and i painted her fingers too. she looks so adorable with painted fingernails and it's such a flattering color. so i'll try to forget the fact that she "ate off" all of the polish on her right hand. it's just her toes and her left hand that are blue but it's still pretty cute.
i can't stop sneaking into brady's room to take pictures of him while he sleeps. i hit the timer button on my baby app when i put him down and then when it's been between 15 and 30 minutes, i sneak in and take pictures of him. he's just so adorable i can't help it.
abigail is all over the place. there should be a support group for parents with three year olds. em said her three year old is only good or bad. abigail is allllll over the map. good, bad, and every single thing in between. lots of in between. i am comforted though that she said her little girl was terrible at three but it completely awesome now. it may be a long tunnel but there is a light at the end! also, abigail would sooo greatly benefit from learning to tell me not to yell.
i'm an idiot. my three year old still wants to sleep in a crib but i occasionally push her to try out her bed. three times in the space of forty five minutes, she came downstairs. three strikes you're out, so i put her in her crib and she came downstairs again. it wasn't even until fifteen minutes later that it clicked and i realized she must have climbed out. ha. not a successful nap day. (today started out with tantrums to nap in bed, getting out of bed, tantrums because i insisted on the crib, and then i broke down and gave her a binky and she fell right asleep. struggles.)
this guy's naps have been shorter... like an 1h20 instead of 2h20. my days have been much less productive as of late.
i put brady in his bumbo and then ran to my room for a minute to look up a recipe on my computer. while i was doing that, i heard a thump from the kitchen and thought to myself "oh no! brady fell out of his bumbo!" but when i listened, i didn't hear any crying. so i thought maybe he'd just grabbed the thomas book that sits on abigail's little wicker toy basket and the book falling to the floor was the thump i'd heard. umm nope. it was definitely brady jumping out of the bumbo. and he was just happy as a clam about it.
monday morning my honey left for salt lake. wednesday morning he flew from slc to st george for a quick meeting before coming home. i wasn't expecting him until later and didn't have a real dinner ready so i told him i'd make him an egg salad sandwich. he said yes, he'd like french bread and no, the bread didn't need to be toasted but he'd like his sandwich with a little bit of love on top. that guy's texts always makes me smile.
i think greek yogurt tastes horrendous. but that doesn't stop me from buying it when i find a good sale. this time was my first buying the greek gods brand. i got two containers... one plain and one vanilla honey. reading the side of the vanilla honey container it said it was a good substitute treat in place of ice cream. i scoffed because i know how bad greek yogurt tastes. but when i tasted it, i was blown away (i later checked the nutrition label and it has a whopping 32 grams of sugar per serving... that's why it's so delicious) and repented... purposefully scooping it out to look like ice cream. the funny part? my christopher and abigail both independently made comments about how i was eating ice cream. so delicious. it is still "healthy" for you when it has 32 grams of sugar and 14 grams of fat per serving?! because we polished off that 24 oz container of it in less than 24 hours.
abigail has never liked baths. as a baby, she rarely cried and rarely laughed. friends would always tell me how their kid was soothed or excited by bath time but abigail always seemed pretty indifferent. that's the same story now except it's accompanied by an intense fear of washing her hair. so imagine our surprise when chris was showering and asked abigail if she wanted to shower. i wasn't there but apparently, she just immediately stripped down and got in! chris called me in to see it. you can't see the water in this picture but seriously?! all over her hair, face, ears, and she was enjoying herself! is it weird if your three year old still sleeps in a crib but has already graduated from baths to showers? not conventional... we'll see how this pans out longer term.
sooo, although my very favorite part of the day was actually talking to liza on the phone... which i didn't get a picture of... because were talking.... the rest of the day was pretty great too. happy birthday liza! i'm glad your birthday was so awesome!
