Tantrums and Dinners

Yesterday my mom and little sister, Danielle, came over to spend the day with Toby and I. I always love getting to have good old fashioned hang out time with my family, I like them. My mom brought this yummy veggie soup and I made a salad. Actually I started to make a salad, but Toby decided that would be a good time for him to throw a tantrum simply because mommy wasn't holding him. Oh yes, a tantrum, and he's only three months old (four months next week). My dad works across the street from my house, so he came over to join us for lunch. I asked him to hold the Tobes while I made a salad, and Toby seemed okay with this idea at first. Then allofa sudden he freaked out and started screaming. At first we all thought maybe he was gassy? Nope. Hungry? Nope, I'd just fed him. Tired? Nuh uh, he had gotten up from a nap about 10 minutes earlier. Upset because he realized that mommy wasn't holding him and that generally ticked him off? Bingo. Thankfully God has blessed me with gracious and patient parents who remember the days of baby-ness. They offered affection and tried to console my screaming child. I got as far as chopping the spring mix and adding a few toppings but had to retrieve the wailing one. Toby calmed down a bit, but not before he gave off a some snuff snuffs (that sound that kids make after a really good fuss; sharp inhaling caused by the sucking of the bottom lip). Eventually he was fine and we were able to enjoy our lunch while Toby played in his bouncer chair, cooing as if nothing had ever happened. Uh huh, I have my work cut out for me.

Later in the evening, after I said farewell to my peeps, Derek asked what we were having for dinner. I'm not sure if it was the vacant stare I gave him or what, but he seized the opportunity to get creative him in the kitchen. My instant reaction to was to be afraid, very afraid. I love my husband, and God has blessed him with many talents; cooking just isn't always at the top of the list. However, like I said I love him and I try to not stifle his creative exploits, so I let him make dinner. Also, I was super tired and did not want to cook. Well, the kitchen didn't end up a hot mess, the grill did not go up in flames, and I sit here typing so we didn't die- success. Dinner was actually good; Derek made grilled salmon with a pluot/vanilla pure, and a side salad. The salmon was very tasty, complete with yummy smokey goodness from the grill. The salad, excellent. I wasn't a fan of the pure, but I thought the concept was good. All in all, it was a good day.

Derek getting fancy in the kitchen

Salmon brewing in its marinade

Toby, Steve the Sock Monkey, and Mommy playing while Daddy made dinner