Phase 2- Mommy-daughter

So after Heath went home on Wednesday, we had a little mother-daughter time before Ross rejoined us late Thursday night. We went to Coronado to check out my dad's place and get the key (that's where Ross and I would stay for the weekend.) We had dinner at La Salsa and walked around a little bit and my little girl felt the oldest she's ever felt to me. We usually put her in a highchair, but at Nana and Papa's, it was much more convenient to just sit her on a stool, and it worked! So at La Salsa, we exercised the same maturity, and she sat in the booth like my date. We had what felt like our first real mommy-daughter date and I was in Heaven. She ate well, danced to the Mexican music, talked to the passers-by, and stayed within the confines of the booth, something I thought she needed a lap strap to do. Then, without a stroller, because I tend to forget things like that, we walked around for a little bit before heading home. We bonded.



Here's a little video of her jumping on my parent's trampoline. This trip was the best yet because she really got down the jumping thing and didn't need to be held or helped. There's just something so adorable about those short, chubby legs and that little, round belly jumping like nobody’s' business.

I have to say, a week in San Diego was exactly what I needed. For the past few months, feeling yucky, everything's seemed yucky. I felt like I couldn't keep my house as clean as I wanted and the chores never ended. I'm getting fatter with pregnancy, but probably mostly just with all the eating involved in combating the nausea, so it's my own fault which is worse. And Sophia was going through the most challenging phase yet, (enjoying very much her prerogative to scream and throw fits at the most inopportune times.) All I really wanted to do was lie on the couch, but being home would bore her to a state of crazy-toddler so we've been constantly on the go, contrary to my body's wishes.

I just re-read that, and I sound like a big Debbie-downer, but my point is I feel better! Just over 14 weeks, I think I'm coming out of it, and it just so happened to start in what I find to be heaven-on-earth. So I had a week of near bliss, not racing from my bed, dry-heaving at 6:00 am to a bowl of honey-nut cheerios, and enjoying the gorgeous weather I SO took for granted growing up. Sophia had so much fun, she didn't have time to throw as many fits and I realized this might be the hardest stage so far, but not without reward. It is by far the "funnest" stage as well....


My daughter is so cool.


This was phase two of my three-part vacation.