Easter Sneak Peek

We have an amazing trip coming up to visit family in Boston. Courtney will get to spend some quality time with her cousins Riley and Raegan (who she hasn't seen since Christmas 2010).

But in the meantime, enjoy a sneak peek of her Easter card.

[Another fun parenting first]

We've had the poop in the tub. A few times actually. Once last week to be exact. But that isn't what I'm talking about.

How about a little (or a lot) of puke at the dinner table, at a restaurant, in PUBLIC.

Oh joy. My poor little girl. She didn't know what was happening. And I think Mike and I sort of stared in shock at first. A shout out to our friend Matt who grabbed her out of her highchair while she continued to puke. We ran to the bathroom to clean her up. She kept looking at me with wonder.

She made it all the way home (no puke in the car. yipee) but she puked again on the front porch. She went straight to the bath, then she slept in our bed for awhile. She didn't throw up again.

Sadly, I know this wont be the last time I deal with this. I'm just truly glad she is feeling better (and a little glad it wasn't on the carpet at home or in my car. just being honest).

Things that make your ovaries ache.

I wake up to this calling "Mommy, where are you?" every morning.

Jealous much?

What is this 5:30am stuff?

For the last week/week and a half Courtney has decided that she'd like to get up at 5:30am. The kid knows how to open her door, and then proceeds to shout from her gate "Mommy, where are you?" Sometimes its "Daddy, where are you?" Ok, so this melts my heart and all but not at 5:30am. When Mike is home he can get her to lay back down for another hour or so. But the minute she sees me come to her door, she runs to her bed to grab her blanket and her pillow to lay in our bed.

Luckily I got her back down this morning. Thank you baby Jesus for having that "boppy" close by. By the way, Boppy is what Courtney calls her pacifier.

But on some mornings its party time and she just wants to lay in our bed and watch Mickey Mouse. I feel like this new regular of hers is going to turn into something I regret really soon.

Oh yeah, and that "baby" of ours. She turned 21 months yesterday. I've got 91 days to plan a Minnie Mouse party!