Have you tried cooking dinner while someone is tugging your leg and screaming their head off?

No, you haven't? Let me tell you it makes for one heck of a party headache. For the most part, this motherhood thing is pretty dandy. And "the most part" is 99% of the time {ok may be slightly less. let's go with 98%}. But man alive, these past three days Evelyn has been in tantrum mode, SEVERELY.  That makes it very difficult to accomplish anything, in particular cooking dinner for a husband who has been at work all day and would probably appreciate a nice warm meal when he gets home.

Yesterday we decided that maybe she needed to get out and stretch her legs. So we went to Costco for lunch, of course, and headed to the mall where we let our child risk her life by exposing her to thousands of germs in that playpen thing. It was worth it so she could do this:

SHE'S A BIG GIRL NOW! 

But not big enough for that play place rudeness. Some little boy full on pushed Ev down and I was NOT having that. Mean kids.

See walking part 1 here.