Well, it looks like Em’ has enjoyed these last couple of posts being about her. In an attempt to keep a firm grip on her position, she has decided to get sick.
There are few things that tug at my heart like a sick baby. At this age, she can’t tell me what hurts, what she needs, or what she wants. Except cuddles and a sippy cup. Those work all the time. And I love the cuddles…it kinda makes you wonder why they have to grow up.