poop.

Dear World,
I am hungry and I have no idea how to cook anything from scratch. This will not stop me from my clean eating diet (though it almost did when I spotted my husband's left over spaghetti and meat sauce from last night.) I have decided to experiment with stuffed bell peppers. I couldn't find a recipe that contained ingredients I kept in my kitchen so I had to make up my own (Boy am I scared).

In other news, Rowyn and I are having a very difficult day. Rowyn's decided that she would like to make my life harder by fighting me on everything. I had planned on us taking a walk and going down to Starbucks so I packed up the diaper bag, got Rowyn dressed, go out the stroller, grabbed my camera and headed down the THREE flights of stairs to the outside world. Once I got down those three flights of stairs carrying my diaper bag, camera, stroller and 22 lb toddler I realized that I had forgotten my Starbucks cards in my bedroom. It wasn't worth it to me to climb back up the stairs and down again to retrieve them so I decided to just taken Rowyn to the park. After an ample amount of play time I decided we should venture back up to the apartment. Rowyn did not like this idea, she would not let me carry her or hold her hand and was hell bent on running in the opposite direction.
After many wiggles, squiggles, angry grunts and fussy cries (and aren't those just the WORST sound in the world?) we finally made it to the staircase and up, up, up we go again, only this time instead of my normal 22 lb toddler I now have a 22 lb sack of potatoes because some one decided she was just going to be dead weight since we had to go upstairs. We finally make it to the top and I put Rowyn down to let her walk to the front door, simple enough, but instead she decides to once again run in the opposite direction and start pounding on the neighbors door. By this time I just want to put down all the crap I'm carrying and get in the freaking house because I am hot, sweaty and tired. So I have to go drop everything by my front door and grab my child from in front of the neighbor's door, who has now come out to see wtf is up and is looking at me like I'm crazy.
Cut to a few hours later.
My daughter HATES getting her diaper changed. It is a battle every. single. time. So I go to change her pants, get her diaper off and while I'm reaching for another one she bolts to the living room, stops, and poops ALL OVER THE FLOOR! (TMI? Sorry.)
*sigh* Ohhhh a day in the life of a mommy.

What's good? I finally got Rowyn to eat all of her breakfast and lunch...though she will only eat fruit and potatoes...I'll call it a small win.

Sincerely,

Lea