Showdown at Chick fil A

It was the best of times at the Chick fil a play area, it was the worst of times at the Chick fil a play area.

The events you are about read actually took place, names have been changed to protect the guilty.

11:45 "Poopy head" and I walk into one Chick fil a restaurant for an enjoyable lunch with friends.

11:50 "lucky to still be growing" notices a play scape, and rushes off to play.

11:51- 11: 57 Mommy and her adult friend exchange calm, rational conversation.

12:00 Food arrives and Mommy tries to retrieve "cranky pants".

12: 05 "Booger face" throws herself to the ground claiming she doesn't want to eat!

12:10-12:25 Children eating, and jovial, sane adult conversation is allowed to continue.

12:26 Children return to the beloved play scape.

1:00 Mommy tries to explain to " The girl that was supposed to go to Disneyland in December, but might not be now" that it's time to leave.

We did eventually leave Chick fil a after many "full body on the ground tantrums", crying, screaming, hitting, many looks of shock, even more looks of pity. I know with time, and maybe some Prozac we will leave the house again one day.

It's Wednesday right?

So, I'm pulling the wordless Wednesday card finally. Because frankly I don't have any funny stories today, or yesterday, or last week! Can you say blogger burnout?

Breech of Contract

My sixteen month old has decided that other than the necessary transport she does not want any of the following:

Hugs
Kisses
cuddling
rocking
hand holding
touching of any sort unless it involves food handling

Basically no physical contact, and especially that which causes restraint or confinement.
*Diaper changing and finger nail clipping are considered assault

I have looked it up in the rule handbook provided by the hospital, and she in clear violation of breech of cuddling contract...or something like that....which you think should be good for two years, right? Oh well, guess it's time for #3!

Everything looks better after a margarita.

One Thursday afternoon my Husband and I painted a very blue wall.

Which might have looked OK, but not with three brown walls.

One Friday afternoon and two margaritas later we fixed the wall.


And the bedroom lived happily ever after.

The end.