So that Totally Awesome post about the weekend? Riiiight. Our weekend was a lot of this:
And a little bit of this:
While watching this:
Yes, the Grinch Who Stole Christmas was played on Sunday. I’ve found it’s hard to explain to a not quite 2 year old that watching a Christmas movie in February may not be the most appropriate way to spend an afternoon. But she’s stubborn and she wanted to watch it. And when you’re pregnant and sick and lazy (mostly lazy), you don’t argue too hard. You just put in the DVD, flop on the couch surrounded by balled-up used Kleenex and your own stink, and shut up about the durn movie.
Other highlights of the weekend:
a) I made twice-baked potatoes and cobbler, thanks to the inspiration and my fascination with The Pioneer Woman and her Cooks!blog. Love her. Like in-love with her. But totally hetero girl love. Like if she didn’t have all that other stuff of being a wife and a mother and a world famous blogista, I would totally ask her to come live with us and cook all our meals. But only if she kept a hilarious, sarcastic running commentary. With drool-inducing pictures.
Anyway, the fact that I cooked is amazing in and of itself because I am not a cooker (is that right?). I mean cook. Just cook. I bake. I do not cook. Not that I can’t cook. I just choose to channel my talents elsewhere. Like eating. But the potatoes and the cobbler turned out incredible. And I’m not just patting my own back, I had plenty of other people patting it for me. The potatoes were, and I quote, “better than the Keg’s” and the cobbler is now my “new signature dessert”. Sure does make one want to do this cooking thing more often. “One”. Not me. But maybe I’ll do it once in a while, to make everyone else happy.
b) Mommy and Daddy vs. Eirinn. Sunday night. We had a half an hour stand-off over whether or not she should have to clean up the blocks she dumped, then kicked, all over the living room floor. We said she probably should. She said most certainly not. We said oh yes, you are. She said AHHHHHH!!!! NOOOOO!!!! We said y’are so, or these blocks are going straight into the garbage. She dragged her feet. Well, kind of stomped her feet.
Let’s just say Team Mommy and Daddy finally won in a long, hard-fought, bloody battle ’til the death. Or at least until all the blocks were back in their bag.
The funny thing is she normally is pretty good at cleaning up. She knows she has to put one thing away before playing with another and she does so happily, singing her clean up song. I guess we just caught her at a bad time.
So, anyway, sorry about all the hype about this post. I was being facetious. I just learned how to spell that word today, so I had to give myself a reason to use it. You were the victim.