I am completely out of ideas to make for dinner tonight. I want pasta, but I'm tired of spaghetti. I got chicken defrosted, but I want a new way to make it. I'd like something in my crock pot, but alas, it bit the dust. (Don't ask me, ask Dave! ha) I am whining aren't I? Ooooops. :)
Dave and I were talking about Rory the other day and we were discussing how she likes to crawl in to the kitchen. Stupid me said "she doesn't really do that much when I'm home, she usually plays by the fireplace." Want to guess where I've pulled her out of 4 times already this morning? Yep. It isn't that bad, because we can close off the kitchen area easily. (Our house is small and there's like a circle...hard to explain.) But the dog's water is in the kitchen so I feel bad. Catch 22, so to speak.
I am totally ready to be done with Rory pooping 4 times a day. We tried a few new foods the last few weeks and some have been fine, others...not so much. She ate baby mac-n-cheese the last 2 days and Niagara Falls of Poop was here! Gross. It was so bad when I got her up this morning, it was on her arms, hands, up to her hair, down to her knees...through a diaper, onesie and pajamas. And then she did it again (but not nearly as bad) after breakfast. Yuck. No more cheese for that girl.
Rory has so many toys it's ridiculous. Books, stuffed animals, plastic things, things that sing, things to push, bouncers, you name it, we have some form of it. Her favorite? DVD cases and a laminated PhotoPass Card from Disney World. Cheap baby. Love it.
I want extensions in my hair. I don't do well with midlength hair. It's too short and when I try to grow it, once it hits my shoulders, it gets a weird bump in it. Not really a wave, just a bump. Extensions would solve that. Unfortunately there's no time or money for THAT, plus I live in the forest soooo...yeah. No luck there.
I am ready for a nap. Rory is not. This is a problem. :)
Oh! Gotta go. Time to sing the Mickey Mouse Clubhouse Theme Song with Rory. MEEESKA! MOOOSKA! Happy Tuesday!