Strike 1: Zach and Leslie just got home from Hawaii and bought Caroline an adorable dress, so I invited them over for dinner. I invited Adam and Sara, too. I had been looking forward to making a recipe for "brown sugar chicken" in the crockpot, so I got everything last night and put it together so it would be ready when I got home from work. I was going to make brown rice and broiled asparagus. I thought/drooled about it all day. I got home, and it was burned...to a crisp. So, we had pizza and salad. Bummer.
Strike 2: A red (and, I mean RED) candle slid off the bookcase, and it splattered all.over.the.room. So, Leslie and I spent the end of the evening cleaning. In case you need advice, lay a wet towel over the wax and iron. This has brought out most of the wax. Leslie got black nail polish on their brand new carpet and read that Barbasol helps remove the stain...it worked for her, so I will try that tomorrow.
Strike 3: When I finally carried Caroline to bed, it was 9:00. I got her upstairs and was about to lay her down in her bed, and I slammed her head into the rail of her crib.
I'm declaring the day officially over. I'm out.
2 years ago



I got her cleaned up, changed her clothes, and went into the kitchen to warm up her bottle. I think I had my back to her for literally 15 seconds. She was able to open a cabinet (it had a "child-safe" lock on it,) and she found a box of cranberries. I told her we would eat them tomorrow, and I turned around to get the bottle out of the microwave. I turn back around, and she is sitting on her chair eating the cranberries...she got them open by herself!


But, these next two pretty much sum up the day...
