being a SAHM usually means that my days tend to run together, and the only way i can tell what day it is is by what's on tv. or if the hub's home. heh.

until you serve it to the kid.
she took a bite, sniffed the plate, and said "mom, did you put broccoli in here??"
and i'm an asshole, because i smiled a secret smile and said "well, is it green? broccoli would turn it green. i didn't put any broccoli in there. is it good?"
she says "yeah, it's good, but it smells like broccoli."
heh. she ate almost every bite and then sat back holding her stomach.
"i ate too much, mom."
and i really should've 'fessed up and told her, but then i thought, what if she never eats my eggs again? damn. i feel guilty now. maybe i'll call her after school.
or not. she'll have forgotten all about it by then.



plus, we've got the ILs coming to our house to watch the bean while we're gone. as i mentioned before, lawry's ain't the kind of place that we want to sashay in with a stroller. so she'll get some quality time with her grandparents, and they're thrilled to have some one-on-one time with her.
not to mention, molly LOVES the ILs. poor thing, she's definitely suffered from a lack of her usual attention since the birth of the bean, and when the ILs come over, they always give her lots and lots of love. i've really got to make more of an effort to show the dog more affection. but the bean seems to think she's pretty cool:

on sunday, there's a blog party that i'd really like to attend. i'm just not sure if i'm going to be able to pull it off, considering i'll have already taken off for dim sum the day before. the hub's a great dad - really patient, very loving, and he loves having time with the bean. but i hesitate about taking advantage. it sounds weird, considering the fact that he's her father, but i just always feel funny not being around to help take care of her. hmmm. the blog party sounds hella fun. hmmmmmmm.
and then the hub has monday off for MLK day! whee! i wonder what he's got in mind. i hope it's something fun.
boo! i think i'm out for both. my stomach is just not having it.
ReplyDeleteSounds like a great weekend!
ReplyDeleteYou MUST come to the blogparty. I promise I'll be sober enough to actually hold a conversation this time.
ReplyDeleteIt looks like Bean is sucker punching Molly.
ReplyDeleteCome to brunch. Bring the Bean if you have to. You can sit next to me and I'll help man the munchkin if she starts getting out of control. I guess you'll have to get official permission from the host to bring Bean, but I'm offering my help. :)
I'll take pictures of the food at Lawry's for you won't have to feel the wrath of the stinkeye from you husband. =)
ReplyDeleteEeeeeee! Can't wait to see ya tomorrow.
ReplyDeleteNo need to fess up about the veggies! You're hiding them for a reason, yo!
ReplyDeletei'm glad you decided to come out this morning. yay! even if i did have to say hi and run ;)
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