Enough, already with the vomit! But, a bonus photofest

Catchy title, eh? Welcome to my life of the last few weeks. Oh, and diarrhea, too. Let's not forget that. Thank the heavens for diapers is all I can say, and plastic lego lids. Now usually I would not stoop to stories of vomit for the blog. But this I cannot resist. I'm afraid, tender heart that she is, that Maryn is permanently scarred. Therapy may be in order. This girl is totally her mother’s daughter. (In fact, Scott said to me just the other night, “I used to think you were so neurotic because of your childhood. Now I see that it’s just genetic.”) See the pictures above? These are Maryn's new comfort items: best friend bucket (to quote Cousin Ryan with a twist). She carries them everywhere in case she should unexpectedly yak. Also, she is afraid to eat and drink. Last night I had to take the smaller one out of bed before she inadvertently asphyxiated herself with it as she had her face in it, picture a hyperventilater (or a paint huffer) with a paper bag. A couple of nights ago she had a line in her cheek from sleeping IN the big yellow lego box lid. We have had some very interesting discussions about digestion and bodily systems however thanks to Conner’s midnight upchuck of a number of whole apricots, as well as the places we are and are not allowed to bring best friend bucket. The other two are just for fun: the hillbilly ballerinas and babies in a basket, part deux.