We're trying to ease in solids.
I tried to feed Emily some rice cereal today.
(which she has eaten before, and liked for that matter...)
I was more than a little frustrated, so I let her sit in her fresh vomit puddle a bit while I took a minute for myself before the inevitable bath I would be giving her.
I called my sister.
THANK YOU FOR LISTENING.
It's her little one's birthday, and I called to wish him one. You know, by telling his mom?
Well, it didn't take long to turn into me whining about how Emily won't sleep through the night anymore, and how she puked and won't eat solids, or a bottle for that matter, which means Kirby can't really even feed her. It's all me. Which is mostly only frustrating when she's waking up every 2 1/2 hours during the night.
I smelled poop.
Did I mention that inevitable bath?
Sometimes a mom's best weapon to defend her sanity is a sense of humor.
Awww... Isn't she cuuuute?
And no. I did not take these today, and no she did not have her bath in the sink today.
Too messy for that!