Recovery

Mama, this sucks...

This weekend has been one of jammies, naps, warm food, and medicine. Emma took 4 naps yesterday after and is already on nap #1. I'm not sure if it's a growth spurt or just trying to fight this sickness. We ended up staying in all day yesterday, missing our first game of the year. We all took a nap and I woke up at half time a little confused. It's been awhile since we've all slept so soundly in the middle of the day.

Singing at the top of her lungs

Emma is funny when she's sick. She really doesn't seem any different with the exception that she has streams of snot and an 80 year old smoker's cough. She is desperately trying to crawl, but hasn't figured the logistics out. She's standing against things, so I have a feeling she'll walk before she crawls, much like she sat up before she rolled tummy to back.

Jam out, baby!

The tubby is really starting to develop toddler features. I'm just glad her cheeks are staying. She's so tall and so animated. I know it's cliche, but she is growing too fast.

Pony Tail