Baby's First Tailgating

Rosalind is a champion tailgater.

First Month of School

I have had...

Flu (possibly, but most likely not the Swine variety)

Stomach bug

Pink eye...

and that is all I have to say about that.

My Baby Girl, Saturday's Gumbo, and the Gumbo's Ingredients

Rosalind's a Thrushy Wean-er

Rosalind has thrush. We are giving her Gentian Violet...I think that is what it is called. This makes her mouth dark purple. Which makes everything her mouth touches dark purple. Also lavender projectile vomit. Might as well be purple for a change, I guess.

She is also almost entirely weaned. It happened sort of naturally with me going back to work and the introduction of food. I wanted to make it to six months, but since she seems perfectly content and I can enjoy spicy foods again I am not going to complain.

This morning when I dropped her off at daycare I looked down to see that she had pooped all down my shirt. This made me a few minutes late for morning duty, but it was a heck of an excuse.

Emma Grace is One

One year ago today Emma was born. We had gone to Little Rock unexpectedly to pick up the Zofran to deal with my terrible, awful, no-good morning sickness. We stayed until Emma showed up. Ever since that day Emma has been bound and determined to keep up with her older siblings in every possible way. This has manifested in walking at eight months and a love for birthday cake that can't be deterred by trash bags. I have a sneaking suspicion Rosalind and Emma will be up to no good together someday. Just a hunch.