We always want what we can't have.

A photo from a recent jaunt to the park and a special treat from Dairy Queen.

I took Rory out without Brad on Friday night. My friend, Sally, and I met up for dinner with Steve and Sarah (friends from college) and their new son, Rivers. It was a real laid back restaurant which is good since Rory used our extra large booth as a jungle gym most of the night. I got there first and when asked our drink order I went ahead and ordered Rory a lemonade so I could avoid the struggle of keeping her away from my root beer (she is a soda fiend), and focus on conversation with friends. Did the fact that her cup was filled with pink goodness at all deter her from the bubbly goodness in mommy's glass? No. Not only did she continually insist on drinking from my glass, but she at one point actually leaned up against me and said, "milk." She asked for milk! I was flabbergasted. My loving motherly reply was, "You've got to be kidding me!" I guess it's true though, we tend to want what we either don't, or can't, have. (Just so you know, at home she is a strick milk drinker. Once in awhile she will have a juice box, a special treat from friends, or chocolate milk during snack time.)

By the end of our dinner I was exhausted, and sure I had made Steve and Sarah regret their decision to start having children. We showed up at the YL committee meeting close to 9:30 pm and stayed there to wait for Brad to finish until after 11 pm. I had my own car...I could've gone home...but I just couldn't bear the thought of being alone with her any longer (even if it would've just taken 5 minutes to get her ready for bed). I'm not ashamed to admit it either. Sometimes I just need a break from her. It's a good thing I have Brad to tag out to.

To be fair I must admit that she makes me smile all the time. Very often when I have been away from her for a couple hours I will exclaim upon being reunited, "She's cuter than I remember!" We are repeatedly told that she is a genius-child, which I happily accept. I love to watch her talk and process her words, sometimes sentences. Sometimes I think I actually catch her searching around in her mind for the right word. She is having a love affair with both Elmo and "Puppies" (101 Dalmations). She brings smiles to a lot of faces and I'm glad to be the mommy of Rory.

Being tired seems to be a common theme for me lately. This baby is really draining all of my energy. I can feel him/her moving a lot more lately. It's very fun. And seems to be a lot different than the sensation of Rory moving around in there. This time when the baby gets to really kicking it almost feels like I'm on a roller coaster.