Justification

Recent text exchange with my best friend, Emilie

Emilie:OMG OMG OMG I found corral boots 1/2 off, my size....
I'm going back to get them when I get off unless you can talk me out of it.
Me: As your best friend and fellow shoe lover, I cannot in good conscience talk you out of this.
You will thank me later as you show off your new boots.
Emilie: :D

I absolutely love that we use each other to justify our needs, when deep down we know it may be a bad idea. And that, my friends, is how you be a best friend.
But seriously how could these be a bad idea?

And just for future reference if you ever need to justify anything that may seem ridiculous in any type of way, I encourage you to contact me.

Did a bird just poop on your hair?

Call me.
I will totally agree with you that throwing rocks at said bird is in no way animal cruelty.

Did your child just throw-up on your brand spanking new pants?

Call me.
I will totally suggest that you show them who's boss by throwing up on their pants.

Did someone just eat the last piece of chocolate pie right in front of you knowing how much you love it?

Call me.
I will arrive shortly with a pie made not for consumption but for throwing.
IN.THEIR.FACE.

 Did a spider launch itself directly at your face because they are evil and do such things?

Do not call me.
I am not logical when it comes to spiders.

But seriously, other than that. I'm all yours.

Our First Real Tantrum

i hate to brag
{because i know it's going to bite me in the ass eventually}

but i seriously do have a really good baby

she's happy the majority of the time

she sleeps well

she eats really well
and she's as cute as a button

there's something about lillie...

but we've noticed she has well, what we'll call 

selective hearing

Lillie Mae, get down. Hot. That's hot.
LILLIE, no ma'am.
LILLIE MAE.
NO we do not eat crickets. put it down.
PUT IT DOWN.

she usually fusses for a few seconds
and then she's hauling butt back to being adorable

and lately she's been testing us more than normal

she's figuring out she can do things on her own

{she only seems to be happy if she has a feeding utensil
in her hand with me as we're trying to eat dinner}

and like i said she has this selective hearing thing down pat

which is what we noticed yesterday morning
you see, we have this end table that we don't like her to climb on

it's where we keep our drinks, remotes, papers...

{okay, basically it's a junk station, don't judge me}

and while i think it's wonderful for people to create 'yes environments'

for their kids, i believe you have to teach your kid what no means

and it means n.o.

not everywhere you go will be catered to your child

and they have to learn that

we try to explain why, because we like explanations as adults 

and i used to hate it when i heard

because i said so

but back to the story at hand

the end table

she wanted it

and we were blocking it because we were being awesome parents
and playing with her on the ground

{instead of on our incredibly comfortable couch}

so, we told her no

picked her up, moved her, and tried to distract her

this happened about 3 more times

with each time her becoming more frustrated and well, frankly 

pissed

which then resulted in, what we'd like to call 

her first real tantrum

why?

because she flung herself face-down into this giant bear

it's so fluffy!

and continued to cry

and we did something we probably should have held off on

we laughed

because it was high-larious

but oh, it just made her more mad

as the husband went to go pick her up

she did it

she really did it

she took a swing at him

she was probably just trying to push him away

{pushing, something the she loves to do when i'm feeding her
and she wants nothing to do with the cauliflower}

but in her anger with her tiny fists balled up

screams coming from her wailing lungs

and a look that could kill

i'm fairly certain we may have a  future UFC fighter on our hands

we both just stopped moving

and looked at each other

and...

laughed again

i know, great parents, but hey, it builds character, right?

{another one of those parentalisms i hated}

and the second the husband picked her up

she stopped crying immediately

and starting smiling

and pointing to the table saying

what's that?

in her adorable little baby whisper voice

and we melted

our daughter, boy has she got us trained or what.