We had an appointment tonight so I made it easier on us (i.e., on ME) by suggesting Cowboy Chicken for dinner. Love that place. I had my usual Cowboy Taco:
Their side salads crack me up. It’s basically a bloody mary in a bowl… you’ll even find chopped celery leaves in there.
Poor Brian was trying to chop up Isla’s food for her and apparently he was not doing it fast enough. Sister was yelling and pounding on his arm with her little fist. She is so FEISTY. She has decided that she absolutely hates her carseat, and getting her buckled up is like the most anxiety-provoking task ever. I start pitting out just trying to keep her from standing in the seat, turning around backwards and throwing herself out of the car. She also hates the pack n play. If I put her in there she either stiffens her body and screams or just sits there, staring straight ahead and and moaning, “Maaaaaaa maaaaa…. maaaaa maaaaaaaaa…” in this creepy voice.
She’s actually pretty hilarious. Jack is so happy go lucky and chill that having this tiny, dramatic LOUD little person is constant entertainment for all of us (I mean, as long as I’m not having to strap her into the carseat).
I just think it’s adorable watching her hold her own little drink. Notice the berry stains all over her jammies.
(And 2 minutes after this picture was taken I was cleaning the entire cup of water off the floor! Guess she was finished.)