She finally decided to give up

after a long, tantrum-filled morning.

On her own terms of course.

In the living room, on her chair, by herself.

I noticed it was way too quiet in the house, and then wandered upon Ellie there in her chair, staring off into space. Seconds later she nodded off and was out. It was quite a site.

I would like to point out that it may not be a coincidence that her beloved chair, which was with her for the three days her vacationing parents were soakin' up the beach in Rocky Point, is the one thing that could put her to sleep.
No offense taken, I guess.
We'll see who's back on top once it's time for lunch.

Rocky Point was fabulous by the way. Pictures to be posted soon.

A Thank You Note

Dearest Danny,

Thank you for the Fan-ta-stic date last night. It was fabulous having seats so close to home plate that we could leave the binoculars at home (a first for me). All because you are one awesome fish-sitter, of course. And we may not have made it for the first couple innings, but it would have been the 9th if not for you distracting Ellie during dinner back at home (and cleaned it all up). And even though we didn't catch a foul ball, the fear that one could easily smack me in the side of the head was good motivation for me to keep my eyes on the field-I tend to watch the people around me more than the game. And thanks for not objecting when I requested my favorite treat (frozen yogurt), which cost us 5 times what it's actually worth. And then when the lady right behind us was talking really loud on her cell phone (enough to annoy anyone) you didn't even "accidentally" drop your drumstick in her lap or tell her to shut her yapper. And because you're so good looking, we made it on the Jumbo Tron, twice.
Then when we got home ,you used your magic stay asleep while I carry you to bed potion on our little babe, slipping her safely and soundly into her crib, rescuing a grandma and auntie who don't have the recipe yet. Then with the midnight hour not nearly far enough away, you respond to a wife's tired, and somewhat delirious statement (or possible complaint) about the continual little clutters that are difficult to keep up with. So as I lay with my face burrowed in the bed wishing I was sound asleep, I could hear the sounds of cups getting put in the sink, shoes getting put in closets, and toys being put in baskets. Yes I noticed, and yes it was enough to put a smile on my face and a relaxing aaaahh in my head.
Thanks hun, you really are the best.

Lindsi

(My proof of the excellent seats)

Through my lense

I was trying to get shots of this

Ellie was concerned about getting over that hurdle and into the soon-to-be foam letter and water filled tub that lie on the other side.
Then she realized how to really capture my attention.

Hello in there. I'm ready for my bath now.

Fair enough.

A Work of Art

I may not be able to paint a pretty picture,

but I sure can make a mean chef salad.

One that will even fill up a meat and potato lovin' man like my husband.

No need to pretend.

The weekend is really here.

And we're making banana pancakes.
(Thanks to Jack for the idea.)

Waiting

Gorgeous weather, good company and a little extra time--how could we not sit on the front lawn and wait for our favorite guy to get home?

She watched, walked, and then finally (yes the anticipation was almost too much) her "da"(and my wonderful hubby) came home. Definitely worth the open arms (and car door) that welcomed us.

She watched, walked, and then finally (yes the anticipation was almost too much) her "da"(and my wonderful hubby) came home.

And you better believe it was worth the wait.

Recharged

Nap-time is a beautiful thing.






Here's to being a little more patient, loving and happy.

A recap.

1.Silly time with Ellie,

(whose memory was sparked about swimming with dad yesterday, and insisted on putting her suit on-I decided not to trade them out with her shorts.)

Ellie is always up for a game of dress up- by the way.



2. A sparkling kitchen floor
doesn't happen often enough and never lasts long enough.


3. Homemade lasagna
without even a word of complaint that it's leftovers.
(That's my girl.)


4. A sweet treat from "the shop"
in the form of a boysenberry cone meant for dad (fat chance daddo).




5. Sleepy-time for Ellie, tv time for Dad
(I'd mention the walk we went on before bed where Ellie decided she wanted out of her stroller and into mom's arm- and then mom decided she needed a break and rode the rest of the way home in the stroller, with Ellie on her lap, while dad pushed. But since there aren't any pictures to prove it, I thought it'd be way too unbelievable. I mean seriously- a mom in a stroller??)

You can try

but no one can lounge quite like this.

Don't feel bad

she's been working at it for awhile.