Emma is getting big. I realize we keep feeding her, so this is inevitable. But, the kid is learning and growing and it's amazing to see. She makes us laugh every single day. Except when I want to bang my head against a brick building. And even those days, I heart her. Like this morning. She pooped allllllll over the place. David thought she got into the dog's water bowl. Nope, not unless Gracie is drinking lemon lime Gatorade. All down her pajama leg. All sorts of ew. Thanks be to Betsy that David was still home to help hold hands and legs and give moral support. And thanks be to Target for supplying me with the approximate 50 wipes that I used for said poopage.
Smart momma determined that Emma needed yogurt, to combat her stomach forces who were looking to create evil. She usually snacks on goldfish first, but I went straight to the banana/pumpkin YoToddler. Went well at first. And then she said no thank you (in her own little way) and we started to snack on our goldfish. 5 minutes later. Yogurt, up. Goldfish, up. All over the front of her and the highchair. I neglected the bib. Never have I been so regretful.
I stuck her in the sink and hosed her off. She was crying, per usual, to any change to her regularly scheduled activities. Changed her diaper again and then took her temperature. Normal. Ok, so what the heck happened in your belly??
We snuggled a bit before I determined she was ok to go to school and me to work. I think she was more ok than I was, but that's neither here nor there. We all had to suck it up for the sake of a Thursday.
Sweet Cheeks went right on in and was involved with activities with friends and I'm sure will put one of them in a headlock sometime today. She did that once. Took poor Marshall down to the ground. Like she was The Rock or something.
So that ended up being more words than pictures, but only because I needed to release some information regarding her digestion in the past 6 hours. Lucky lucky to
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