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The Weekly Peanut, Issue 122

The Weekly Peanut, Issue 122

Is this the "Threes" that parents have been warning me about? These dramatic mood swings? The unpredictability? The inability to enthusiastically do anything that didn't originate as her own idea? *Sigh*

Eating Stefano's spaghetti

Eating Stefano's spaghetti

At least she still LOVES spaghetti. Although if I get her marinara sauce with a different form of noodle with it we have to have a discussion about how it will still taste the same. 

Really, mom?

Really, mom?

We decided to celebrate Daddy's birthday all weekend (it was Monday). Friday night we hit up a (woohoo!) nearby food truck rally for Ian's favorite tacos (Bem Bom). Thank goodness for the ChiPhi truck, who will make Daphne the plainest hot dog on earth. I tried to get her to eat the bun. Nope. 

Daphne is still BossyPants. And teacher's pet at school. Our drive home is like a toddler tabloid. "Mommy, Miss Jazz mad." Why is she mad? "KJ hit teacher." Oh, did you hit teacher? "NOOOOO. And Neeka, too." He hit Neeka? "No!" Neeka hit Miss Jazz? "No! Mora did!" Mora hit Miss Jazz? "No! Neeka hit Mora!" Oh. That's not very nice. Did you hit anyone? "NOOOOOOOOO." I told Miss Jazz about this entertaining exchange, and she immediately started laughing. Apparently the kids were on the play ground and KJ got put into a cool down for that incident. Then Miss Jazz let him go play. Daphne came charging over to the teacher, "MISS JAZZ KJ IS OUT OF COOL DOWN!!!!" Yup. That's my kid. 

We'd originally planned an MK day, but Ian decided (and rightly so) it had been way too long since we'd all been at Epcot together. We got there close to open on Saturday, and the place was pretty empty. We managed to ride Spaceship Earth...

Living with the Land...

Nemo & Figment with no wait. By that time the World Showcase was open and we had some time to kill before our lunch reservations at San Angel. We decided to go counter clockwise around the showcase (we almost never do this). This brought us to the UK Pavillion at the perfect time to catch Alice. 

After some flower talk, Alice observed that D's shirt made her resemble her friend the Cheshire Cat. Indeed. (TOO. HOT. FOR PRINCESS. DRESSES.) The day started out with a bit of a breeze, which made the sweltering heat relatively manageable.  We stopped at the American Pavilion to stuff D with things she's willing to eat (this was where we had the macaroni noodles in tomato sauce will still taste like spaghetti discussion). We kept making our way around the showcase (including detour for D to play the drums in Africa).  By then we were hungry and still had time before our reservation, so we decided to see if they could seat us early at the San Angel Inn. Not only did they seat us in two minutes, we FINALLY GOT SEATED NEXT TO THE WATER. Gahhhh I love that place so much.

After lunch and a quick Donald Duck boat ride, the "breeze" was gone and navigating the park was like walking on the surface of the sun. Nope. Doneso. Over D's (very. loud.) protests we exited the park. 

For what feels like ages, friends and acquaintances of ours have been working tirelessly to open Gods & Monsters: the second largest store of its kind in the country. Saturday was the grand opening, so we made a detour on the way home to stop by and support. We hadn't been to this shopping center since it became Artegon, so we walked around. We found these... scooter... animal... things... you could rent them and ride them around the mall? They were... a little terrifying, no lie.

No, Daphne, you can't have a hot pink scooter dog thing. 

No, Daphne, you can't have a hot pink scooter dog thing. 

I showed D how to do a towel wrap after her shower. She's obsessed. She kept trying to swing it around like a ponytail. DIVA.

Sunday was more of Daddy's favorite things to do. Coffee at B3. 

Brunch at Cask & Larder (D has decided she loves eggs and will eat them for every meal). 

D got her own mini frying pan of eggs

D got her own mini frying pan of eggs

We let D pick a movie when we got home. This is how D picks a movie. 

It's always the last place you look...

It's always the last place you look...

We went shopping at Home Depot and Target. D was her own one-woman show. She started out with a rousing "Row Row Row Your Boat," but with some lyrics I'd never heard before. Maybe a few extra "Rows," too. 

Then between happy exclamations over everything in the Disney aisle at Target, She did the Mickey Mouse Clubhouse theme song... sort of... on loop...

But the real crown jewel in her performance repertoire was this rousing rendition of "Almost There" from Princess And The Frog.

You're welcome, Target shoppers. I think the sassy touch she added to "think I'm crayyy-zeh" is the best part. 

I feel like every day... ok no... every hour... nope still not quite... Every Minute we flip a coin. Heads: the kid is cute and agreeable, she cuddles into my neck humming "snuggle peanut" and she sings Disney tunes while jamming out to Muse in our living room. Tails: she screams she "just want that" (translate "doesn't want that"), she smacks the dog in the nose, and she squeals and squirms if you try to hug her. I suppose the plus side is that we generally don't have whole days of awful, but we don't have whole days of awesome either. I can't call the week good or bad, because we've tackled extremes for both sides of the coin. 

Wishing all our readers a Happy Father's Day this weekend (that's right, scramble for last minute Amazon Gift Cards by email if you haven't yet).

The Weekly Peanut, Issue 123

The Weekly Peanut, Issue 123

The Weekly Peanut, Issue 121

The Weekly Peanut, Issue 121