The Girl Had a Craving...

It's happened. After 18 months of non-existence in our home, the day has come.

The day when my sweet Isabella ate out of the trash.

Before you gag, it wasn't that bad. In fact, I don't even blame her for what she did!

It started when I was making Leo's cakes. She kept telling me "mmmmmm" and "cookie".

She thought I was baking cookies. I then showed her the two round cakes and told her they were for Daddy's birthday.

After they were all cooled I frosted them. I made the mistake of giving her a lick of frosting. Now even more exaggerated "mmmmmmm" 's came from her.

After the cake was done, I pushed the cake as far back as possible knowing that she would stop at nothing to eat this cake.

I left the room to fold some clothes--leaving the laundry room door open where we keep the trash can.

I all of a sudden heard more of the same "mmmmm" 's that I had been hearing this whole time. I thought that maybe she had somehow gotten the cake--I wouldn't put anything past my little monkey.

Sure enough she had chocolate all over her hands, fingers, face.

She looked at me with her big brown eyes and told me much louder "mmmm".

I glance at the cake--no harm done.

I stopped to think...and then it hit me. She had dug her little hands into our trashcan in search of her one true love--chocolate frosting.

What can I say? The girl had a craving for chocolate and nothing would get in her way....

You Rock My World

I'm about to tell you a story. All characters are purely fictional and if any events seem like they could happen?

They probably did.

But remember...this is a story. Not something-that-happens-in-Chelle's-real-life.

Let me begin.

It all started on a Friday morning. This particular Friday morning was a hard one.

Why?

Because (lets call my character Molly) Molly was up late the nite before.

She was having all sorts of fun reading other people's POW posts. She read and commented until there were no new posts for a little while.

Molly then went to bed.

It was late, my friends.

A lot later than this momma usually stays up.

Close to 12:30 late. And this is after getting barely 6 hours of sleep the nite before due to an unfortunate event taking place in her home.

The event? It would be called teething.

As you can imagine this momma was mad at herself for staying up so late. But she loves reading blogs. Loves it.

Sometimes it is what can help get her through a really bad day.

Like she had yesterday.

When Molly woke up early this morning she made her coffee and started drinking it like she normally would.

Except this morning she needed something else.

Something that would just rock her world.

She wandered into the kitchen.

Bananas...No, too green.

Cantaloupe....No, it needs to cut. (Molly is not lazy. She just is tired, alright? No judgement!)

Yogurt....No thank you.

Cereal....No, nothing good is up there.

And then she spots what she needs. It's sitting right there on the counter.

Next to the bananas and next to that cantaloupe that needs cutting.

York. Peppermint. Patties.

Molly looks over her shoulder to make sure nobody is looking.

Then she remembers that her little girl would never judge her momma for grabbing that bag of chocolates. In fact, her momma probably seems so cool to her.

Molly also remembers that her husband is at work.

The coast is clear.

She heads off to the living room for some coffee, chocolate and Noggin.

Fridays don't get much better than this my friends.

They don't get much better.