What a week

I’ve been coming home to crusted-on cereal bowls and wadded up paper towels on the dining room table. Each evening, the state of the house is a reminder of how my morning went. Somehow, if I managed to fill up both bathroom counters, it was a gooood morning. Often I’m pulling my hair out before 6:45am.

On the other hand, I have to say I don’t mind the fact that Andrew leaves for work before we get up and he comes home after we have been home for awhile because it means MOMMY gets the drop off, the pick up, the how’s your day, everything. That’s MY job; and I like it that  way.

In case you are wondering, yes we do fight over almost everything involving Pea, such as who gets to read to her, who puts her to bed, who’s lap she sits on, etc., etc., etc..

The one thing I don’t put up a fight for is bath time because, well, I hate bath time. I’ve said it before and I’m not ashamed of it. The only time it’s good is Friday night when Pea and I take a bath together and relax (why didn’t they put a spa tub in my master bath suite?! Geez, the two of us barely fit).

Here’s a few photos of our week:

Don’t let this sweet face fool you

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On this work day, she decided to get up early and “help” me get ready.

I don’t waste any time when all the pumpkin stuff comes out- my favorite Pumpkin Spice Latte from Starbucks.

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A little smell good for the house, too.

The very first day that my girl would not take a nap at school. This is her on the way home that day.

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Our evening walk…there is NO filter on this beautiful sunset. Sometimes, the desert just delivers.

flowers, fall, and mama love

 

How does you garden grow?

We have planted 3 plants now in the back with about 543 to go. It will be a fun process to see how our backyard becomes full of life from the desolate dirt field it started out as. We have learned that when plants say “full sun”, they mean full San Diego sun, full Santa Barbara sun. Not full Sahara Desert sun. Which is what they get here. Which can be a problem. I’ve heard Lantana does well here. So, here we go.

Forcing fall.

C’mon. Every year, we fake fall. We pretend that there are orange leaves and a chill in the air. We pretend that it’s cool enough to bake special treats and sometimes, only sometimes, I put on closed-toe shoes and a cardigan until I become a melty, sweaty mess and revert back to the truth. Because in between the beach sandals and snow boots is something oh so lovely. We will pretend.

Make this recipe and die happy.

“Pay”.

translation: play.

Toys. My girl doesn’t really play with them. She will read books or do a puzzle over just about anything. Ride on toys, things that flash, things that sing, oh- and that Speak and Say that EVERY kid loves? She hasn’t touched it more than 5 times since I bought it, even with some encouraging from me. So as many times a day that she pulls our finger into her room to play. “Play” is a funny word. She really just wants you to sit in her room and watch her read and do puzzles or take every toy out of the basket and tell you a sentence about it.

Mama love.

The spree continues. Mama gets to rock her to sleep at night, she kisses my ears (so cute), and comes to me when she needs extra dramatic sympathy for a non-existent problem. I will continue to soak in being the “one” and know my time may be fleeting.

Ambitious for a Tuesday, right? Only took me two full days to compose. Now, to finish my week feeling like I did something. :)

go-go chocolate

 

We haven’t been doing anything new or exciting. I haven’t even had enough creative thought to put a few words on here lately. I think I’m just going to go with whatever comes out, whether it makes sense or not. It’s good for me to chronicle our little life, even if it’s nothing amazing.

We planted a few flowers in the back yard. By the time we get around to the garden, it’ll probably be 30 degrees outside. I should say Andrew planted flowers in the backyard because I did nothing but help pick them out. I am also mentally preparing myself for what’s about to come; October. Which means my baby’s second birthday. Oh my goodness. We’ve now been in our “new” house for almost 6 months. Geez, where did that time go? We love every bit of it, and I wish that I could get everything up on the walls, curtains hung, house furnished, but it is a snail’s pace process that keeps me antsy. I have a feeling once I make my first trip to HomeGoods, my house will be on it’s way. Better start saving now. 

Everyone in the family knows what chocolate go-go is. Or go-go chocolate. It’s chocolate ice cream, of course. Or vanilla ice cream with chocolate syrup. I guess she assumes since its cold and it tastes good, it must be yogurt (go-go). We rotate between this and Oreo cookies as a favorite in our house. And let me tell you- the sugar high is almost instant, sending her bouncing in her high chair and flinging things all over the place within moments of consumption.

 

 

As you can see, she has no help from Daddy following her best table manners…oh how I love these two!!

instagram, baby

Just a few comments here. My girl hit her head hard on our tile. In the car on the way to the ER moments after it happened (see photo #1). A three and a half hour wait in the ER (see photo #2). She checked out ok after a middle of the night forced wakeup to check function and it was almost completely gone the next morning (see photo #3).

Lastly, I’ve been terrible about taking pictures and blogging. Have you noticed?