The reason I joined a gym

My brother’s fiancee and I took Poppy to David’s Bridal over the weekend to look at flower girl dresses. I was expecting Pi to be thrilled at all of the “princess dresses,” but she was pretty ornery about the whole thing. She rejected every dress in the flower-girls section as “not Aunt Carrie’s dress.” She finally spotted one she liked in the “junior bridesmaid” section. It was about two sizes too big for her. Once we tied up the straps, though, it looked fine. She pranced around in front of the mirrors for awhile proclaiming, “I’m a princess!” When I tried to put her regular clothes back on, she yelled, “Make me another princess! I want to be another princess!”

I think she’ll enjoy being a flower girl.

dressAfter the princess extravaganza, Rockford and Justin came back to fetch Poppy, and Carrie and I looked at dresses for me. Because I’m going to be a bridesmaid. David’s Bridal has 10,004 bridesmaids dresses available, and I tried on four of them. I found one I really liked, but it’s long and I wanted to find something knee-length. Here’s where you come in. Do you think they’d be able to alter this to make it knee-length, without it looking funny?

The wedding is next September, so I have a little while to figure this out.

Getting Krafty with dinner

Menu Plan Monday logoI don’t often make “branded” recipes, but a few of the dishes in the last Food & Family magazine from Kraft looked pretty good. We’re giving their chili and a baked chicken recipe a try this week.

Monday: Slow Cooker Hearty Beef Chili

Tuesday: Bruschetta Chicken Bake

Wednesday: Fish stick po’ boys
We were originally going to have ravioli on Wednesday, but we had it yesterday instead.

Thursday: Meatloaf
My friend Heather rode to the rescue with baking soda last week when I was trying to make cupcakes. She also brought half a meatloaf, which I stuck in the freezer. On Thursday, we’ll be saying “Hooray for Heather!” once again.

Friday: White pizza
I’m not sure exactly how I’ll be making the sauce, but there will be artichoke hearts and chicken on top of the pizza.

Apparently she has a designer palate

We stopped at the fancy, organic grocery store on the way home this evening specifically to splurge on a package of butternut squash ravioli. They were giving out samples of their Thanksgiving side dishes, and I asked Pi if she’d like to try something. She said yes. She wanted some mashed potatoes.

Now, mashed potatoes used to be something Poppy loved. And then one day, she didn’t. She didn’t even like them anymore. Just as suddenly tonight, she ate two giant scoops of gouda mashed potatoes at the grocery store.

As if that weren’t thrilling enough, she didn’t balk when I put the ravioli on her plate at dinner. She took a bite of a butternut squash ravioli, and then she proceeded to eat every single ravioli on her plate.

I’m still in shock.