Part of my NY (that’s New Year, not New York) plan is to eat better. I think so far so good but the scale hasn’t budged one bit, in any direction. It could have something to do with the Aunt Flow that’s been here for a WEEK or because I ate that stupid smores dessert thing at PF Changs the other night and it wasn’t even very good.
I think I said that I didn’t want to make multiple meals and was hoping we could eat more as a family. I don’t know if I said that out loud or wrote about it here or told someone or maybe I said it to Courtney and she just looked at me with those big brown eyes, like, “aw, come on mom” or I said it to the dog but he can’t hear me because he’s deaf. But yeah, I’d like us to be eating the same food or at least similar foods, at the same time. You know, family dinner and all that crap.
The problem with making dinner for all three of us, is what do I do with Courtney while I’m cooking and trying to keep her out of the way? Paul’s not home home from work yet and I’m trying to be all June Cleaver and have dinner on the table by the time he gets home but before Courtney is screaming her head off and she needs to be done eating in time for bed. And she eats for a looong time. Or, you know, maybe have it done 10 minutes before he gets home and it will be luke warm when he sits down. WHAT? It’s not like I feed him anything raw or in a can (maybe FROM the can)! We have those child proof things on most of our cabinets but not all, the tupperware cabinet being one of the cabinets that goes without. Every time Courtney goes in there, Paul tells her not to. He puts his knee up against the cabinet to keep it closed, pulls her away, removes her from the room. But me, I’ve got shit to do to get a meal on the table. I mean, she could be in the plant eating dirt, even though I tell her not to but she seems to think it’s good. I dunno, that could be happening, I’m not saying it is.
I think that at 13 1/2 months, Courtney is ready for independence. I barely have to watch her. She’s fiiine. And she would never do what her father told her not too, right? You know, NO mixed messages here.
Please don't look at the mess that lives in here.
So glad we bought her the $100 chair at PBKids when she can just sit here.
And I definitely rinse all these things off after she throws them on the kitchen floor.
And please don’t judge me for this awful outfit. It’s COLD here and I’m just trying to put her in the warmest thing I can find. I’m SURE she looked even extra awesome in her Puma pink shoes when we were in Target. WHAT?? Don’t judge. Like your kids always match.
That looks like my cabinet! Actually all of my cabinets. I barely have time to get dinner ready and I get home after my husband does. I am trying to stick to the “last meal before 7″ and it is hard when you get home from work at 6 and still have to cook! Also my daughter never matches. I sent her to preschool today in a striped shirt and jeans with flowers on them. At least they were both pink! I guess that counts for something!