I dislike Cafe Rio

I don't really understand what everyone's obsession with Café Rio is. I go once in a while, because Jeff likes it, but I would never think to go there on my own. Their counter is too high. Am I the only one that stands on my tip toes to talk to them over the glass barrier? It makes me feel stupid every time. And I'm not that loud of a talker, so they can never hear me. Maybe if they got rid of that stupid glass they wouldn't have to ask me if I want black or pinto 3 times. I also think it's weird that they advertise so much about how they yell there. Like right on the wall it says something like, "Being yelled at never tasted so good." I've never been yelled at there. It kind of reminds me of those people who give themselves nicknames, but are the only ones who use them. Even standing there with my ear right up against the glass, I usually can't hear anything they say to me. I usually just say yes to everything, and sometimes I get what I want. Sometimes I don't. But there's no way I'm going to get back in line for 45 minutes to tell them that. Everything on their menu is the same anyway. Rice, beans, meat, lettuce, pico, tortilla. They'll give it to you in different forms, but essentially it's all the same. Their food is okay, but nothing I get excited about. I kind of think that it's a fad. Like everyone says they love it, because all the cool kids love it. I guess I'm not a cool kid. Anyway, on to more important things. Look at these cute pictures of my kids.

Pictures of Things

I've been so tired lately, and so busy. I'll blog some time, but for now I'm just going to post some pictures. I hope everyone had a good Mother's Day. I love being a mom. Nothing makes me happier than being with my babies. 

 

 

 

 

She's trixie

I have an update for my last post on Grace's shape box retardation. Today I caught her playing with it when she thought I wasn't looking, and she was putting all the shapes in the right holes, no problem. WTF? Maybe she doesn't think it's cool to be smart.

Also, here are a billion pictures I took of Grace playing in Henry's crib.

 

Shaping the future

Today we went to toddler time at the library. It's just like the regular story time, except after the songs and stories they get out a box of toys for the kids to play with. That's the only part Grace participates in. This time she picked up one of those shape toys (the ones with the little bucket with the lid that has holes, and you have to put the little shape toys in the right shaped hole). She found a spot on the floor and started playing with it. I think this was her first experience with this kind of thing, because she didn't really know what to do with it. After a few minutes a baby crawled over, and put all the shapes in the right holes for her. We felt like super idiots after that, so we left, and drove to Walmart to get her one of her own. We've been working on it off and on for about 2 hours now. I've always thought Grace was super smart. Like smarter than all the other kids her age that we know. Ya know, just like every parent thinks. Now I'm starting to reconsider. I don't know how many times I've gone over all the shapes with her, and how to match them to the right hole. Probably a million. I don't even think she's paying attention. She waits until I'm done explaining, and then she just hits the box with the shape as hard as she can. Then when that gets old she starts hitting herself in the head with the shape. Is this normal behavior for a two year old? I gave up for a while, so Jeff is in her room practicing with her now. I think his voice is getting louder and louder every few minutes. It's like when you talk to someone who doesn't speak english, and somehow you think if you speak louder they will understand you. I'm glad that Grace got some good looks, because now I'm questioning if she got any brains. I will have to be more weary of the activities we attend with the smart babies, so we don't make ourselves look like idiots again.

Feed Me

I think I've finally gotten over the misery of pregnancy, and the chaos of a new baby. I'm enjoying things again, and loving being a mom. Last night after dinner me and Grace went for a nice long drive in her new power wheels car, and I kept thinking how weird it is that I have a child old enough to have a conversation with. Our family used to be so young. It was just me, Jeff, and a new baby. Now we're a family of four, and every day I feel surprised to see them all. I love watching all the things our kids can do. Weird little things like eating, and going to the bathroom. I'm fascinated by these functioning little bodies we've created. Almost every day either me or Jeff say, "Can you believe we're parents?" It's been 2 years now, and we're still in shock. I wonder if we'll ever get used to it, or if we'll always feel like this life we have is new and exciting.

Anyway, enough of that mushy stuff. I'm on this new dairy-free diet, and I feel like I might starve to death. You would not believe how many foods contain dairy. All I want is a big glass of milk. And a brownie. And some cheese. And some chocolate ice cream with milk on it. Dairy makes Henry sick for some reason, so until I stop nursing this is going to be my life, and I'm going to be really pissed about it. The only good that can come of this is if it makes me lose weight faster. I don't think I can take any more of my thighs rubbing together when I run. Gross, I know. They need to make private gyms for new mom's, so you don't have to run next to skinny, hot people on the treadmill. Or sweaty old men with B.O.

Well, that's all for now. I'm supposed to be watching The Hobbit with Jeff. Booooring.