Beyonce the metal chicken

For some reason, for the past week BJ has been irritating me more than he normally would.

I can't really put my finger on why every syllable he utters = nails on a chalk board.

A few things have just gotten under my skin more than they would normally.

Like those socks he tosses half-heartedly and lets lie next to the hamper.

Or yelling at the football/xbox game.

I promise i'm a really nice person and haven't snapped at him or been (very) irrational! And I can't be the only wife who (very rarely) feels like this???

But yesterday morning, after a week of feeling irritated, I had my boxing gloves ready for a fight, I just didn't know what it was about yet.

We were getting ready to head to a birthday party at chuck-E-cheese, and I had pulled out clothes for Kenley.

After her bath, to my delight, BJ dutifully took her to get dressed. I walked into the living room to find them in matching outfits, with the clothes I had set out still resting on the arm of the couch.

They were in matching football jerseys.

I promptly threw a fit and demanded she be changed into the clothes I had sanctioned acceptable for our outing.

To which BJ responded by smugly snapping the final button in place on her top.

So naturally, this propelled me into a rage.

(Because who wouldn't be pissed that a loving husband got their toddler in clean clothes that would probably only stay that way for another hour at best??)

I stomped away to finish getting myself dressed and fumed for a few minutes.

That's when I heard the shower.

It was my chance!

I rushed into the living room and coaxed Kenley to let me re-dress her.

When i was done, I hid the mini jersey.

Yep.... really did hide it like a little kid.

I all but stuck my tongue out at BJ when he saw what she was wearing.

I got the cold-shoulder all the way to chuck-e-cheese, and I sat silently listing reasons why I was right and justified in my behavior.

But I couldn't really come up with a good reason why to get into a fight over it. I suddenly felt really dumb, childish, and ridiculous!

And I actually started laughing! Cracking up that THIS was the biggest problem in my life right now, and I had created it!

BJ looked sideways at me, i'm sure wondering if his wife had completely lost it, and tightened his grip on the steering wheel.

I apologized and explained, and lost all feelings of irritation. (At least til my blood sugar dipped again)

I hope next time I wont be so bull-headedly stubborn and pick my battles a little better.

While thinking about picking my battles, I came across this story that made me pee-laugh cause it sounds like a fight we had a few months back about toilet paper :)

Hey, at least I didn't put a giant metal chicken in your way!

No more "Achy Breaky Heart"!

I broke down tonight after weeks of debating.... and cut Kenley's hair...... It was time for the mullet to go!!

Had to include this pic -it's what she does every time she sees a camera :)

Now look!! No mullet and I think it looks great!

The only thing I worry about now is that she wont grow in any more curls. The mullet part of her hair had sweet little curls that I hope come back when her hair gets long again.

I kept one of those curls to paste into her baby book, that's what good moms are supposed to do right?

Lookie!

I have been wanting a beach cruiser for soooo long! And a couple of weeks ago BJ saw a listing for this beauty on KSL which was within our (super frugal) budget.

So of course i needed it. It needed a little sprucing up though. Some paint and new hardware is well within my scope of capabilities.

(Notice the ugly purple sparkly-ness and can you see the cherries??? ew.)

And now it looks like this!!:

You're jealous I know.

I'm trying to finagle a way to make the baby seat sit back farther so I don't crowd Kenley, but i'm in love! I must work hard to get some good use out of it before it gets too cold. This'll be fun!!