Oscar the Grouch likes Sweet Pork

I woke up on the wrong side of the bed this morning. Grouchy to the max? You bet. I think it had something to do with my blog post last night. I spent hours writing and tweaking a post that I was straight passionate about. The words seamlessly flowed from my brain to the keys on my keyboard and although I was nervous about writing something so near and dear to my heart, I was excited at the same time. I was finally getting to the main point I wanted to make when something in my brain stopped. There were no more words, just a big wall. I attempted to power through and every word I wrote down felt forced, and well, totally lame. I didn't want to give up. 

Aaron could sense my frustration and said "I think you need to take a break from the blog for a little. It's just making you mad."  I told him it wasn't the blog making me mad, or even that I was blogging everyday, but the fact that I couldn't get what was in my head out of my head. Still with me?

So I deleted every passionate word I had written, started from scratch, and didn't say anything. It made me mad and I pouted big time. I guess it carried over into this morning, and even after a good night's rest I still don't have the right words to finish that thought. But, onwards and upwards.

Yesterday as Grace and I were playing and doodling, that song came on my iPod again. The one that made me bust a move. As it blared through the speakers, Grace couldn't help herself. 

Spins, shimmies, twirls. She was all over it. I couldn't help but laugh at the fact that not only do she and I like the same music, but she gets the rhythm, feels the beat, and sways with the tempo.

It's fascinating to see your child display tendencies and characteristics that you know they got from you. Aaron, unfortunately, can't keep a beat and he doesn't like to dance. The only time he stepped foot on the dance floor at our wedding reception was during our  first dance. He peaced-out moments later and made his way around the food table while the rest of us danced.

Right now I'm sipping on DDP from CFA. My cure-all of cure-alls for a bad day. I'm still in an Oscar the Grouch mood, but it will fade. I'll get over my bad self and maybe one day finish the thought that I started last night. For now I'll dwell on the good and the incredible of right here and right now. One of which is that fact that Costa Vida is in Texas. Although not as good as Cafe Rio, it's a million times better than going without. Aaron and I have included it in our Friday Night Eat Out rotation and my sister and I use any excuse we can to go there for lunch. Totally worth the 25 minute drive.

Day 23: Sunflare