I Don't Like Titles, So Here's One: Eating out with a toddler...

So, I haven't been at my best today because I just felt bleh. My mind was array, at the fact that I wanted so many things with either not enough time or money or just felt bad if I left my husband with Layla when we are a family and should be doing family things.

So, instead of pouting all day, we decided to try out this new sushi place across the way from where we live called "Jumping Rice & Rolls". It was ok, but trying new places out with a toddler is kinda complicated. She is a toddler now so she INSISTS on NOT sitting in a high chair, she will not sit still, and will put her hands on everything. She grabbed a handful of Jason's noodles and stuffed the whole fistful in her mouth. After that, her greasy hands were everywhere, on the booth, the walls, Jason and the table. I handled it pretty well, considering I don't have a lot of patience at home.

Sometimes I even consider having another kid to keep her occupied when she gets a little older. Otherwise, she needs some entertainment ALL THE TIME. She is normally really great about it, but sometimes I want to pull my hair out and there are days where I just want to sit in my room under the covers all day. As she is getting older and more independent, we have come to realize that she is a HUGE Daddy's girl. Sometimes I think she hates me. I feel like it might be because I'm not as cuddly as daddy but every time I try she pushes me away and sometimes even scratches my face. When she wants comfort I try to hold and console her but when my husband comes into the room, she reaches out for him and I feel so deflated. I know it's not her fault, but I'm starting to take it to heart. Even though I know I shouldn't, that I know it's a good thing, but sometimes I want a photo with her, I want to read to her, I want to cuddle with her without her throwing a fit and running to my husband. My husband and I have two different ways of raising her. He wants to baby her and soothe her, do what makes her happy. Myself, on the other hand, I want her to throw her tantrums, if she cries when we put her in bed, we leave her because we KNOW she's tired, but if she starts to put up a fuss, Jason just wants to pick her up and soothe her. I just let him because I know it makes her happy.

At least I can dress her with style, and how I want. She's my dress up doll, and my mini-me.

Any who random post, so here's some photos!