We are playing with neighbors today. It is sunny and wonderful and Sunday afternoon so everyone is outside. Lily just told Danny that they were going on a date. I asked her what a date is. Her reply:
“It is when you eat cake and cupcakes. You have chicken and rice and also pork.”
So there you have it.
Emmeline is on the go, man. 8 months old and she is crawling, skootching, and standing up. She is also beginning to feed herself (the only way she will be fed with 3 little Wees!). Yesterday I gave Emmy a feedbag of spinach, pear and peas, some puffs and a couple of creamies. She was completely happy and very, very messy!
Please grant me the patience and strength to parent this one today: he of little sleep overnight and much, too, too much peanut butter on his little body. Please allow me to be in as many places as I need to be to remain sane: both upstairs nursing Emmy to a nap and downstairs feeding Ollie his never-ending snacks. Lord, I ask this of you so that I can be the best mother in the world.