Thought poop balls would be the most
exciting thing to happen on a Tuesday morning. But here I am.
That's right, Sweet Cheeks has turned the corner and is back to making regular
yucky baby poop. Whatever demon got inside her was exorcised and took the
runs with him.
In other news, Emma is still cute. She's earning back her rights to live in the house as a non-cranky member of the family. Which means she's giving me things to laugh at and store in my memory bank as awesome.
She smiles when she finishes sneezing, which is at least twice, possibly four times.
She walked around the kitchen this morning cackling. Five minutes after she was walking around whining.
She watched the morning news for no less than 4 minutes on my lap. She now knows how a motorcycle group gangrushed a Range Rover in NYC. It's all about early learning.
She will stop and dance whenever she hears a tune that needs dancing to. Like Katy Perry. Or the ABC song. No discrimination here.
She ate half an avocado last night and impressed her Grandpa (because her Mommy would never eat such a thing). Because GREEN SMASHED UP FOOD. And because Mommy wants her to like more things than just green beans and beefaroni. One can't live on those things alone.
Her absolute favorite snack is Goldfish. And then David sent me an article that says it's made with GMOs. Well crap, what do we do now? How do I protect Emma from all the crap in the world? I don't have unlimited funds or a garden of Goldfish in my backyard. We live in Durham, I figure if I'm not shot at, then I am having a safe day.
And how do I make Emma smart? I mean, she is as smart as a whip, but how do I get her to use her smarts for good and not evil? I would like her to know her alphabet and numbers and, possibly some Latin and organic chemistry by Christmas. She prefers to eat books. And dance instead of listening to her ABC songs. Not too much to ask I think.
Finally got me a Tervis Tumbler for work. We have them at the house. And now I can have refreshing non-sweaty beverages in the office as well. Brand new day here at Loudermilk.
When Sweet Cheeks is playing with the receiver or the playstation....David yells out "No, Emma." She looks back at him and gives him the biggest smile. This is a great game she plays, because I laugh at her cuteness and then remember I am supposed to be the parent and move her away from danger. It's almost like she knows and is playing her Daddy like a fiddle.
I got excited yesterday because there was a show on midgets. And they were making chicken. And then my coworker asked if that was one of those "I Didn't Know I Was...." shows. And I told him that I am pretty sure that they knew they were midgets. That funny joke was like the highlight of my day at work. Sad. But funny. Cause midgets.
I found an online kids consignment store. Thred UP. Oh snap, this is no good.
Amazing is how much a little Emma can drive one to pour a quick glass of wine. And the next minute, I find my lips smushed in her cheeks getting all the kisses and love I can.
I love that kid. So, so much. I love her more with poop balls. And not poop stew.
In other news, Emma is still cute. She's earning back her rights to live in the house as a non-cranky member of the family. Which means she's giving me things to laugh at and store in my memory bank as awesome.
She smiles when she finishes sneezing, which is at least twice, possibly four times.
She walked around the kitchen this morning cackling. Five minutes after she was walking around whining.
She watched the morning news for no less than 4 minutes on my lap. She now knows how a motorcycle group gangrushed a Range Rover in NYC. It's all about early learning.
She will stop and dance whenever she hears a tune that needs dancing to. Like Katy Perry. Or the ABC song. No discrimination here.
She ate half an avocado last night and impressed her Grandpa (because her Mommy would never eat such a thing). Because GREEN SMASHED UP FOOD. And because Mommy wants her to like more things than just green beans and beefaroni. One can't live on those things alone.
Her absolute favorite snack is Goldfish. And then David sent me an article that says it's made with GMOs. Well crap, what do we do now? How do I protect Emma from all the crap in the world? I don't have unlimited funds or a garden of Goldfish in my backyard. We live in Durham, I figure if I'm not shot at, then I am having a safe day.
And how do I make Emma smart? I mean, she is as smart as a whip, but how do I get her to use her smarts for good and not evil? I would like her to know her alphabet and numbers and, possibly some Latin and organic chemistry by Christmas. She prefers to eat books. And dance instead of listening to her ABC songs. Not too much to ask I think.
Finally got me a Tervis Tumbler for work. We have them at the house. And now I can have refreshing non-sweaty beverages in the office as well. Brand new day here at Loudermilk.
When Sweet Cheeks is playing with the receiver or the playstation....David yells out "No, Emma." She looks back at him and gives him the biggest smile. This is a great game she plays, because I laugh at her cuteness and then remember I am supposed to be the parent and move her away from danger. It's almost like she knows and is playing her Daddy like a fiddle.
I got excited yesterday because there was a show on midgets. And they were making chicken. And then my coworker asked if that was one of those "I Didn't Know I Was...." shows. And I told him that I am pretty sure that they knew they were midgets. That funny joke was like the highlight of my day at work. Sad. But funny. Cause midgets.
I found an online kids consignment store. Thred UP. Oh snap, this is no good.
Amazing is how much a little Emma can drive one to pour a quick glass of wine. And the next minute, I find my lips smushed in her cheeks getting all the kisses and love I can.
I love that kid. So, so much. I love her more with poop balls. And not poop stew.
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