Thursday was a very bad day for us. Riley had the stomach flu - and we had company visiting - thankfully, not at our house. Thursday night Emma came down with it - and Friday saw an awful lot of this:
I was a bit upset about this, for, you see, Saturday was Emma's birthday - and who among us wants to be pukey and feverish on their birthday? Thankfully, Saturday dawned like this:
And then Saturday ended like this:
This is a kid who knows her mind. She's sassy and opinionated and, oddly enough, all of my family (and my husband's as well) refer to her as Little Carmen. A fact that makes me alternately insanely crazy and fiercely proud. She has the darkest coloring, which prompts people to as me if she's adopted. No. I was there when she came roaring into the world -
Literally - she was a posterior presentation, I was hands and knees and the midwife rotated her one way and me another (I do not recommend this as a party trick, it was very uncomfortable at the time) -
And she flew out when I was half off the bed, one leg on the floor and the midwife juggled to avoid dropping her. And she's been going ever since.
She knows her own mind, she has her own ideas and her own methods and there is no one that will ever, ever change what she thinks. This is a good thing, but it makes me CRAZY often.
There are only a few big birthdays. In my mind, anyway - they are 1, 10, 16, 18, 21, and then every decade year.
Happy 10th birthday, Emma. Mommy loves you.