Excuses

*caution* You may find the following story shocking. Especially for those of you who know how sweet and kind I always am. *cough COUGH*

Yesterday the girls and I were just getting home from the grocery store. It was so stinkin' hot and I was carrying Lyla in her carseat along with 2 gallons of milk and Eva was leading the way to the house and the blessed air conditioning. Eva was going slow as molasses and there is positively no hurrying the girl.

Me: "Eva! Let's GO we're about to die of heat stroke back here!"
Eva "Mom, don't be cranky!" She has now stopped ALL forward progress and is looking at me with a hurt face
Me: "I'm not cranky!" I begin trying to prod her with Lyla's car seat so we can at least resume snail pace
Eva: "Oh, just tired?"
Me: "No, I'm not tired!" I move on to prodding her with the milk since the car seat isn't working
Eva: still completely stopped in the walkway, looking very puzzled. Suddenly she puts her finger in the air like she's figured it out "Oh! I know! Hungry! It's ok mama I'll get you some food" and confidently strides to the door.

I stood there dumbfounded in the walkway realizing that my two year old has just called me out.

I have a bazillion excuses for ONE thing.

I'm cranky.

Thank You Chik-fil-a

What would you do for free food?

Fill out a credit card application for one pepperoni pizza? YUP. I was a dumb college freshmen. Saving 5 bucks was a BIG deal.

Drive all over creation looking for a darn Seven Eleven that isn't out of their free slurpie cups? MmmHmmm.... I've done it. (How far did we drive when gas was $4.50/gallon? Darn that slurpie)

Wait in a line in the blazing heat for 2 hours with your 18 month old? Been there, done that.

Dress like a cow? YEP. I can now add that to my list of things I am, in fact, willing to do. All in the name of FREE.

Thank you chik-fil-a for this annual holiday. I will be there, every year, black spots, black nose and ears taped to my headband. Just keep the freebies a-comin.

I'm just glad this little girl is still at an age where Mom dressing up like a cow is "so fun!" Give her a decade and she'll be thinking Mom is "so dumb".

p.s. when Eva opened her box of chicken nuggets she took one look and said "HEY! WHERE'S MY HAMBURGER!?!? I WANT A BURGER!"

5 months

Little Lyla Lou is 5 months old and changing so much. She's trying hard to get up on her knees, which has resulted in a lot of face plants. She's managed to drag herself a few inches when she's really determined to get something. If I had to describe her in one word it'd be content. She loves to just sit and watch. She must be big because her size is the #1 comment we get, but she looks normal to me. We love this little peanut.