Steak and Flying Carrots

We spent most of the day just hanging out at the house and helping Anonymama, and then made last-minute plans to go out to dinner with Frappa and #1.

You call it "chip basket," she calls it "fire hat."

We went to my favorite TexMex (or, as a high school friend who worked there used to call it "MicroMex") restaurant, where I had the best steak I've ever eaten.

Frappa (who had gastric bypass in November and, by the way, is doing great with it!) suggested that we share something, and she liked the looks of the "steak and enchilada" which sounded half yummy to me, because I'm really not a steak kind of gal.

It's because I'm just that lazy, that I hate all the chew chew chew chew chewing you have to do to eat a big hunk of meat.

But not this stuff. I don't know what they did to it (it was covered in chili con queso - which is a great start, in and of itself - so I couldn't get a good look at it) but I cut it with a fork, and then it dissolved in my mouth. And, of course, was appropriately flavored to go with enchiladas.

Mmmmmm . . . .

But, I digress.

After dinner, Frappa had to meet some friends, so we gave #1 a ride home, and then hung out and visited with LadyKay for a while.

We brought out the big basket of cat toys, and Peeper had a ball.

And a mouse, and a Kitten Mitten, and a flying carrot.

The "flying carrot" is a stuffed carrot, with feathers instead of leaves, and when she asked "What is it?" AuntieKay told her it was a flying (because of the feathers, you know) carrot. Which, evidently, was like the funniest thing ever.

She probably spent ten minutes saying "Flying carrot!" and "Dat's my carrot!" and watching AuntieKay toss it at the basket, then declaring "AuntieKay miss! Try again!" and putting it in the basket for her, before taking it back for another toss.

At one point, she was laughing so hard that we thought she was going to fall over!

Then she was playing with the Kitten Mitten and kept asking "What is it?" and then repeating "Kit-ten Mit-ten" and cracking herself up.

She really is quite easily entertained.

This "What is it?" thing (pronounced very precisely) is pretty new, and over the past couple of days, it's turned into "What is it, Mama?" which just makes her sound like she's about thirty.

Usually, she says it when she sees or hears something new, but she's also started using it in conversation. For example, on the way home from AuntiKay's, I told her, "On Thursday, we're going to a really fun place with Aunt Frappa and Uncle #1, called the fair!" (the regional state fair is in town!) and she said, "What is it, Mama?" so I explained to her about the rides and animals and yummy food.

(Note to the sky: Please don't rain on Thursday!)

Note: Nobody asked, told or is paying me to link to the Kitten Mitten or "flying" carrot. I just wanted you to know what the hell I was talking about. That said, it is an Amazon Associate link, so if you purchase one (or anything else) by clicking that link, I'll earn a percentage of the sale. Thanks!