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The Weekly Peanut, Issue 52 HAPPY BIRTHDAY, TWP!

A year of Weekly Peanut? Where has the time gone? 

These past few weeks, seriously, we were due:

MY KID WAS AWESOME THIS WEEK.

19 months old.  Jaws has nothing on my kid.

19 months old.  Jaws has nothing on my kid.

D came home from day care in a good mood and it stuck.  She ate dinner without being pushy or impatient, she colored, she played, she giggled... she sat on my chest and bashed me in the nose with my iphone (owww... still recovering from that).  "Daphne OWWW that hurt mommy!" She put her hands up by her chin and gave me this innocent "who me?" face.  "Daphne, that owie. No hitting mommy!" "I sowwy, Mommy."  I die.  How am I supposed to be consistent with discipline when she's being so cute? It's easy when she's being a jerk, but this cute thing? It could be my undoing.  Later she sat on my chest again, then grabbed my face and put her forehead to mine and just sat and giggled in my face.  CANNOT. HANDLE. THIS. Then she went outside to play with Daddy and she brought me an Azalea flower to put in my hair.  Ian tucked it behind my ear and said, "There, D. Isn't Mommy pretty?" "Yes, Dada." STAHHHHHHHHP.

Flowers from Peanut

Flowers from Peanut

Ian and I find ourselves having a very busy February work-wise, particularly on the weekends.  Saturday morning we tried to have some family time with D by getting breakfast at B3.  Daphne (who'd already had breakfast) got to try her first ever rice krispy treat on the way home.  When I opened the car door to extract her from the car seat, I was greeted by rice krispies EVERYWHERE... and one very confused toddler. They were in her hair, in her ear, stuck to her sleeves and pants. 

Hurricane Rice Krispy Treat: The Aftermath

Hurricane Rice Krispy Treat: The Aftermath

Ian went off to work... along with Audrey's daddy... so it was GIRLS TIME! D and A watched Yo Gabba Gabba Live! and D played with toys! (This is a tiny miracle for us).  D also tried (and loved) some new snacks. The girls even got competitive over cottage cheese (one would grab a handful and MMM... the other would try to grab a bigger handful and MMMMMM louder... it was practically a shouting match).  

Later the dads came home and we all shared a yummy cheesecake factor dinner.  That was when D discovered hummus. And tempura asparagus.  Whose kid is this??  It's exciting to see these two together at an age when they are actually starting to play with one another. 

[full flickr album of D & A's day]

Sunday was my turn for work, so after a yummy breakfast together at Patsio's, D got to spend the day with Daddy.  I was supplied with one picture.  Ian took D out to run errands with no diaper bag or diapers or wipes. For multiple hours.  If this had happened to me, a poop blowout of epic proportions would have exploded from my child and ruined everything in it's path while I would have found myself wrapping her in an abandoned jacket from the depths of my trunk.  Ian does this? No problem. Not one. Hmph.

Daddy & Daphne: partners in crime

Daddy & Daphne: partners in crime

D also has a word... I really need to get it on video.  It's "Whoaaaaaaa."  Full on Keanu when she does it.  Usually when she's loopy/white girl baby-wasted.  End of the night, she'll turn off her light, then lean back drunkenly in our arms and WHOAAAAAAAA.  Roll over on the ground WHOAAAA. Wobble on her feet for no reason WHOAAAA. 

And that concludes the last issue of TWP year 1.  Until next week, I'm out like WHOAAAAA. 

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