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Oh gloomy day.  Is it Spring yet?

SO yesterday, my little buddy's mom offered to cook me dinner for Valentine's day.  Here is how our text convo went:

T: What kinda steaks u like?

B:  Cheap ones.

Well, she didn't take my request and bought me a ribeye.  It was absolutely the best thing I have eaten in a VERY long time.  It was partnered with a bake potato (in the oven, not even a microwaved potato).  A delicious dinner role, and some side rice.    I can't pretend I know much about steak.  My parents always cooked steak for us as kids.  Props to them, because I don't know many parents, that when cooking steak will also cook steak for their kids as well.  Can you believe that I would complain about it as a kid?  I would whine that I didn't want steak.  Silly silly girl. Ian and I buy steak now and then.  But really, only when Happy Foods has KC Strip on sale.  KC Strip, definitely does not complete with the ribeye I ate last night.   

It was a good night.  For a girl who eats mostly turkey and chicken, a little red meat did the body good.  

Switching gears to my kid for a moment....

Last night, we got home a little late and she was HYPER.  I got her in her PJ's, and she was totally being a ham.  So I figured I would let her play her last bit of energy out.  

Below, you can see her digging in her toy crate looking for something specific.  It is just hard for me to believe that she is pulling her self up and doing other, non-newborn types of things.  Look at that crazy hair.  



Then the other day she crawled under the chair and got stuck under there.  Entertaining for me, frustrating for her.  

I think her little ruffle butt is cute.  

I'm kinda missing here right now.  My buddy is out of school, so I left Haley with Ian and headed over to my buddies to hang out with him today.  I will be getting her back shortly.  Perhaps I have a little bit of separation anxiety myself.  

I can't say I have much more for today.  I will leave you all with a little song stuck in my head.  Thank goodness for youtube, because I tried to tape it on my phone and it didn't turn out well (although this one isn't all that much better.)  Oh Sesame Street. The crazy stuff you come up with.  



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