Today was another cray-cray Monday. Little Gym, Target, home for lunch, throw dinner in the slow cooker, nap, park, Target again (dammit), home to play/fix dinner, feed Jack…
Brian worked late tonight so this was my dinner date:
We had stimulating conversation about dipping your carrots in ketchup and why it’s not okay to smack the dog in the head with a whisk. (Yeah, that happened.)
Dinner was an old favorite- Slow Cooker Pork Tenderloin.
I love this recipe because it’s simple, relatively healthy (let’s not talk sodium), delicious and makes the house smell amazing. I make it more of a “meal” by throwing a sliced onion, a bunch of baby carrots and some sliced mushrooms into the bottom of the slow cooker. Served over a big pile of yukon gold mashed potatoes (with the slow cooker juices… mmmm), it’s perfect.
I was all proud of Jack when he transitioned to the big boy bed because for the first month he wouldn’t get out of the bed by himself at all. I would come into his room in the morning and he would be sitting there just staring back at me, like he was still in the crib.
But then I started noticing toys in his bed in the morning. Toys that he was obviously getting out of bed, pulling off his toy shelf, and then climbing back into bed with.
And THEN Brian and I would be watching TV on the couch and all of a sudden hear, “A IS FOR ACROBATIC APE!!!!” over the monitor. Meaning Jack was “working” on his Leapfrog computer in bed. At midnight.
And now we’ve finally reached the stage where he is climbing out of the bed, walking out into the hallway, and announcing that he’s not sleeping. Like not “can’t” sleep… “WON’T” sleep.
The point being? I’m tired. This morning we were hearing him playing at 4:30… 6… then finally he shows up at our bedroom door at 7:30. I guess it’s good that he gets this out of his system before baby girl gets here, but really?? Tell me this gets better.