Yesterday, I took my daughter to play at the play lounge and then to lunch with Papa. When we got home, I tried to put her down for her nap, but she was not having it. She cried for a few minutes and then decided to start playing with her stuffed animals.
I let her talk for a while, because I love listening to her practicing her words and playing. It started out great. She did Jack be Nimble with her animals. Then she started practicing the 3 words that I have been waiting to hear from her. “I … love … love … you”. She did it over and over again. It was great.
Then, she decided she was done being in the crib. She cried for a few minutes. Then she yelled “Oh Toodles,” and waited a few minutes. When nothing happened, the next thing I hear coming from her crib is “F%*K” over and over again.
I have to say, I went from so proud and happy to … well, I don’t know how to describe it. Mortified, maybe.
So, no nap yesterday, and surprisingly she didn’t get too cranky all day and I was able to make dinner (spinach and feta stuffed chicken with mashed potatoes). She wasn’t the best, so the chicken turned out a bit dry, but it was still not bad.
Then, today was my husband’s birthday. He asked for Spaghetti Carbonera. So, that’s what I made him. Of course, I used the wrong cheese and didn’t include wine, but he did say it wasn’t bad. I’m bummed that I couldn’t make his birthday dinner everything he wanted it to be. I just picked the wrong recipe.
Jade still hasn’t said “I love you, Mommy” yet, but I know it will be coming soon.
Oh, and a recap of the party. It was a huge success! Jeremy was very pleased with the turnout and like the cake and the food. I wish I would have made one more cake. The beer spice cake was a huge hit.
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