Weekend Recap

I was able to take the Peanut to visit my parents and sister this last weekend.  It was such a blast, as always.  The Peanut, who rarely sleeps through the night without at least one consoling session, has slept through the night each night since we got home.  DH says she is detoxing from Grandma and Grandpa.

I would have to agree.  Because every "no, no, no Peanut" since has resulted in a hissy fit.  

Oh, yes--we are now in that stage.  The terrible twos have arrived four months early.  Yay for us.

We were able to spend some time with DH's family when we first got there.  Where was my camera?  At my parents, sitting on the couch.  

Lovely...

But it was still good to see those who were able to come...even though the time was still short.

My Mom had her entire family over so we could enjoy some time together as well...a Mexican feast, which was delish.  As usual, she outdid herself in the kitchen...

To say my mom is an awesome cook is an understatement. I feel sorry for those who haven't enjoyed her cooking.

Peanut was able to enjoy the great outdoors right outside my parents back door (a rare treat, as we usually have to drive to the park).  Our little girl who has a thousand expressions...

She started collecting rocks from the yard to give to Grandma.  There is such a story behind this...my Grandpa and I had a special relationship.  When I was about Peanut's age, I would find rocks (dirty rocks, mind you, not pretty shiny ones) on his walkway up to his house and give them to him.

And he saved them.

For twenty-five years, he saved them.  In a little plastic bowl that honey had once come in.

When Grandpa was too frail to care for himself any longer, he moved in with his children.  He made sure to come to my house (he and I each lived on one side of a duplex) to give me those rocks.  He wanted to make sure I had them, so when they cleaned out his house someone wouldn't just toss a bunch of "old rocks."

I know.  

And yes, I still have those rocks in that little honey dish.

And I am sure the Peanut's rocks are still sitting in Grandma's windowsill.

The whole family had a great time on Saturday night~

 My brother-in-law, the rock star~

The Peanut thought he was grand fun!  Bless his heart, Mommy got to enjoy some adult conversation after dinner, while he ran her and her cousin ragged playing "tag" outside.

I think my Mom has also appointed herself Santa, as she spoils us each time she sees us.   Remember how Peanut has to run and get her "purse" when she and I leave the house?  Now she has her very own "MoMo" purse, complete with key to Grandma and Grandpa's.

My Mom made it...isn't it cute?  

Peanut also got a bike (or "bite"--how she says it), for Grandma and Grandpa's house, complete with shiny new helmet.

She loved going "side" {outside} to ride her "bite."

Yes, I know, I better start dressing her in something besides pink, otherwise she is going to HATE that color later on...

And one of my Mom's little treasures for me couldn't have come at a better time.  Before we left to go to my parents, I had been on my husband's Facebook, looking up some people from my past.  (I don't Facebook--I know...but I have a blog--it keeps me busy enough).  From what I could tell from their profiles, they all had went to big name colleges and had grandiose careers. 

First, let me say that I LOVE (like big, frilly, pink, hearts love) being a stay at home mom.  This is what I've always wanted to do--and I am doing it.  How many are able to say that?  But, unfortunately I still think our society makes women feel as though they aren't "contributing" if they are not in the work force.  Sadly, I think even I buy into that sometimes.  All that to say I hadn't even told my Mom about my little insecurities...and she had bought me this:

Thanks Mom, I needed that.