Happy New Year!
We’re hoping for a better year than last–or even the last two years. Losing two parents two consecutive years was pretty hard–but at least it can only get better from here on out.
We’ve been terrible about posting lately, but we’d like to proudly add that Emerson is now pooping real turds! I know I must’ve posted a similar post about Graem years ago, but it is a bittersweet moment transitioning from the breastmilk blowouts of a few months ago. We can’t believe this girl is growing up!
Mama and Graem are playing with the Playmobil grocery store, a gift we pre-purchased about three years ago. It couldn’t be a worse toy to have with Emmy just starting to crawl! All the pieces (about 172 of them, I might had) are ingestible, and it takes fine motor skills to put all the little jars and bottles on the shelves. Mama and Mommy can barely do it!
Graem has been battling pink eye for almost two weeks now. We thought we kicked it just before Christmas, and stopped the eye drops (at the doctor’s recommendation of three days!) Then the goop reappeared on Sunday, and we think we may have lost some friends over our contagion. She’s been coughing again, and we begin the seasonal question of, “Is it asthma or is it a cold?” We’ve been doing the nebulizer nightly, since that’s when it’s the worst. The onset of both of these illnesses have brought Grammy back into our bed, much to the dismay of Mama and Santa! But we’re determined to get Grammy back into the bunk beds, or else we’ll have to call Santa to take them back.
