The Denton Jazz Festival is happening this weekend. That’s right- just one block from our house there is live music, arts, crafts, and fair food. We plan on eating there until they pack it up!
Feel free to join us- for the food, the music, or Brave Combo on Sunday night.
A ladybug (which made me believe that cold weather may finally be done) and some Sprinkles cupcakes (which just made me hungry).
Abby awoke from her nap today and happened to notice a can of Pringles beside me on the couch. In case you are unaware, my child is a chip eating fool. She really can’t eat just one. In fact, she always requests them in sets of three.
The only problem with her loving chips is that I love chips more. I try to eat them secretly but Abby always finds me. I’ll be pretending to put clothes away in my closet, with the light off, and suddenly the door will fly open and there will be that little face. And with the face comes the words, “Mommy, I want three chips please.” And to add insult to injury, she sticks out her tiny hand and shows me three perfect fingers.
But today I may have found the solution to my problem. You see, I bought Salt & Vinegar chips this time.
When Abby’s eyes lit on that beautiful blue can, I selflessly said, “Mommy would give you a chip, but you won’t like that type.”
She looked up at me with a face that clearly said, “I wasn’t born yesterday,” and proceeded to pop the top.
Oh, I was nervous. I was fearful that Abby might eat them just to spite me. I was sweating it as she peeled back the paper that I’d left slightly attached. Drops of sweat beaded across my head when she peeked into the container.
But the moment I saw the aroma hit her nose, a smile burst across my face! She physically moved away from the can. Her eyes watered slightly. And best of all, she yelled, “YUCK!” as she hurried to replace the lid.
Sharing is sometimes overrated.
Abby and I went for her 2 year doctor visit the other day (only 6 weeks late!) and found out a few interesting tidbits of information. Mainly that Abby speaks like a 3 year old and is the size of a 3 year old. Yep, she speaks in paragraphs and is officially 3 feet tall now… she’s in the 90% percentile of height and the 49% of weight. I’m pretty sure the dr would have said Abby acts like a 13 year old if she’d had a chart for attitude.
What does having a child who looks and acts a year older mean to me? That I was in fact pregnant for 2 years instead of the usual 10 months. I’m glad to finally have confirmation from someone else.
According to the checkup it’s also unusual for Abby (or any 2 year old) to enjoy eating raw peppers and onions… I offer the following photo as proof that she is related to granny. (Nope- that’s not an apple- it is in fact a bell pepper)
