The Weekly Peanut, Issue 24
My daughter is a trip, let me tell ya.
This month marks the launch of New Belgium Brewing in Florida, so my husband is VERY VERY BUSY right now. He's had to miss several bedtimes due to work, so we try to get out to see him when we can. Late last week we stopped by one of our favorite haunts, Redlight Redlight, without Daddy because they were rewelcoming one of my favorite breweries, Jolly Pumpkin, to the area while Ian had to host a party at the warehouse. The plan was to order something from Sushi Lola (next door) to share with the peanut, grab a beer, then head home. This would have been a lovely plan, except the "house fried rice" I ordered, was instead delivered as a vegetarian fried rice. Since keeping the peanut happy right now involves shoving meat into her face, my whole plan went up in flames. All the fruit pouches and crackers were not keeping this kid happy, so after a quick hug from Erica, we were on our way to grab a rotisserie chicken to eat at home.
Have I mentioned this kid loves rotisserie chicken? She eats it like candy. She would eat it all day if I let her.
On Friday night my mom came to visit with the peanut and give Ian and I a night out. Daphne continues to enjoy eating in her high chair on the ground or on the couch but NOT up on its high chair legs.
My mom got D a stuffed owl that hoots and chirps. She is IN. TO. IT.
We took D "furniture" shopping, since she loves to climb all over her high chair when we leave it on the floor. Little Goldilocks had to sit in EVERY CHAIR in the store before finally settling on (of course) the most expensive one. To be fair she seemed to like all the chairs, but this one was (a) the cutest and (b) the sturdiest. So now D has her very on Yo Gabba Gabba watching chair with Mike Wazowski's face on it.
Oblivion Taproom was having a party Saturday night so we attended. Daphne was NOT on her best behavior. The kid has decided to hate high chairs. Once Ian took her out of the high chair and let her sit (stand) next to him in the booth, she settled right into stealing our food.
Sunday was a low-key day. We took a trip to the Splash Pad, but this time we met up with Katy, Lucas, Audrey. Both kids seemed to be in grumpy moods, though. An early case of the Mondays?
This week started Ian's work week from hell, so to speak. Monday night was the New Belgium kick off at Redlight, and D and I wanted to make an appearance, but this time I CAME PREPARED!! I packed D a dinner of chicken and leftover pizza crust with a fruit pouch. She scarfed down her food while I had a quick drink without further incident. Hooray.
Tuesday morning the kid spooked the daylights out of me. Jackson (the ferret/dachshund/redheaded stepchild) has a habit of hiding shoes; he picks them up from our rack by the door and wanders off with them. As I was getting D and I packed up to leave for the morning, I went to put on my grey Tom's that I wear most days. I could only find one. I grumbled to myself about idiot dogs while I dug out another pair of shoes to wear. I put them on and as I turned around I felt Daphne at my back (she has a knack for sneaking up on me). I turned around and... Daphne is holding the missing grey Tom's. *Blink Blink* Coincidence? Probably. However I am forced to accept the fact that my one year old found my missing shoe somewhere in the house while I was ranting loudly about how it was missing. Thanks, kid. You're pretty awesome.