Indecision and cupcakes

I'm pretty decisive. Well, at least about important things - for whatever reason, I have major issues picking out which steak to buy at the grocery store, but that is a whole other story. But I digress. On Saturday, after a perfectly wonderful day, we were set to visit friends for a little playdate/BBQ. Maggie got up from her nap at around 3:30 - and I tried to feed her a bottle. She's in that weird stage where she is teething/eating solids/bottles and she isn't an every 3 hour bottle baby any more. Sometimes it's 5 hours, sometimes 3... and sometimes she'll throw back an 8 ounce bottle like it's going out of style... other times it's a struggle to get her to eat 2. At this point, she ate 2.

And Cam gets up from his nap and we need to leave. It's now 4 PM, and usually, if we were staying home, I would just stretch her until bedtime, and she would have a bottle and do her usual nice sleep. But she had only drank 2 ounces, and her bottle before that was at 12:30. As I was packing up my diaper bag, I seriously said to myself out loud - 'I have no idea what to do'. I was thinking if I brought a bottle, it would screw up bedtime, but if I didn't, we may have a melt down of epic proportions at my friends house.

I just stood there for 5 minutes. Seriously. I couldn't decide.

In the end, I brought a bottle. What was the big deal? Geez.

Other funny story? She was getting a little fussy, so I had her sitting in between my legs on the ground. Cam came by with a chocolate cupcake he didn't want, and perched it on my leg. I was talking away with the other mom's and one of them points at Maggie and starts laughing. Yep - Maggie grabbed the cupcake and almost ate the whole thing! It was thankfully a mini-soy-nut free cupcake - but it was hysterical! She had chocolate all down her face, outfit, and a huge shit eating grin on her face. That's my girl.

Who needs a bottle when you have chocolate cupcakes?