I'll have the chicken with a side of insanity.

So this past weekend, we had 3 birthday things to go to. Thursday was my mom's birthday, so we went to Chili's. It was good. The girls behaved very well. Then Friday was my niece, Molly's birthday, so we went to Chuck E. Cheese, then to Macaroni Grill. Then Saturday, we went to the girls' friends' birthday party.

Friday was the day I ordered my chicken with a side of insanity. We were at the Macaroni Grill and at first, things were going good, the girls got a pizza to split, they had a good time coloring and enjoying being with family. Then the cake and ice cream came out and they scarfed it down! My girls can put that stuff away! We were all amazed at how fast Lydia ate hers. So anyway, we're about to leave and I said I wanted to take Lydia to the bathroom before we left and she took off running back into the restaurant! She ran around there literally for a minute. Which felt like a lifetime trying not to yell across the room, but trying to figure out how to get her to stop. She was hiding under the tables, giggling the whole way. Luckily, it was about 2pm, so there weren't too many people, but everyone who was there was cracking up. Then finally, she ran back to my sister and she was no longer a wild child. I asked her what in the world possessed her to run around like that and she said she didn't know, of course. But then she apologized and melted my heart again.

Having Lydia as my daughter is such a roller coaster ride. She cracks me up and then three seconds later, she's got me so angry. She has this gravitational force and loves to talk and perform and be the center of attention. And it's funny to think that she's really been this way since she's been born. She is true to herself and I hope that she stays this way and doesn't ever let anyone break her spirit.