Projectile (noun): an object projected into space by the exertion of a force

Projectile vomit that is. For such a tiny little body how on earth can so much come back up. Well, I found out just how much could come back up last night for the first time. She had shown off her range only once before when she was about a week old on Great Aunt Mary Ann's lap. That was just child's play. I had placed her in her swing after she had fallen asleep (or so I thought) and started to walk away and I hear this horrible gurgle sound. Then the horror movie-like scene began....it just kept coming and coming and shooting everywhere. Like something out of the Exorcist. Poor little girl couldn't have cared less. She just looked at me like "what's the big fuss mom, just let me hang out in my pile of regurgitated milk." As I pulled her out of the swing, I realized she wasn't done...so I just held her in a sitting position on the carpet and let it flow. We finally made our way to the changing table covered from head to toe in the mess. I just wanted to give her a big 'ol hug and make her feel better...but first things first. Clean up. I handled the baby clean up....and unfortunately, Emmi handled the living room clean up. I know, I know, disgusting. But I was a little distracted in the other room. ;) From now on, I will be armed with 10 burp clothes, a giant towel, and a bottle of Febreeze in a holster around my waste...in case the need presents itself again. I'll be the fastest Febreeze slingin' momma this side of OKC.

Other than that lovely story, we have had very ho-hum days lately. Her sleeping patterns have been kind of sporadic lately so naps have been a must. Riley has been super busy with work the past two days and has been getting home late which has reminded me just how much I appreciate him being such a hands-on daddy...when he isn't around, there is a definite difference in my energy level. It has plummeted over these past couple days. He had an important meeting for work today in Kansas and I just got a call from him telling me he won't be home until 9. Eeek. Now is when I channel The Little Engine that Could..."I think I can, I think I can, I think I can."

"Can I?"

In other unrelated news, Hallie can finally fit into her "going home from the hospital" outfit. She is only two months behind! Just check her out...oh I almost can't stand the cuteness of it!!!!!

"Now we're talking!"

Yesterday I left Hallie sleeping on her boppy in the living room while I went into the kitchen to fix lunch...I returned to find her and pal Emmi looking rather mischievous....

"Who me? I didn't do it!"

Hallie's Corner

Hi everyone! What have I been up to? Well, let's see, mostly baby related activities. I have learned to make some silly noises...I like to do these dramatic sighs when I want something. I guess that means I'm going to be like my mommy. I have been training my mommy lately and she finally is catching on....when I start my nightly whining session at 5:30, it only means I want to sit on her lap like a big girl and lean against her while I watch tv. Easy fix. Duh mom. A more challenging lesson I taught her today was when I went into a stage III meltdown. My parents developed a rating system for my crying fests...stage I-V. I rarely get to a V but it has happened before. So anyways, I'm in the middle of a stage III and mom has this helpless look on her face that says "OMGoodness, her dad better get home soon before I go insane." This one was a toughy and it took her 30 minutes to figure out how to calm me down. Sometimes all a baby needs in a warm blanket, mommy's "ssshhh" sound, and a swing. It's like I always say, it's all about finding good combinations.

"Hey mom, are you sure you cleaned this swing out good after last night?"

Speaking of things that make me happy and content, I love to stare at the deer on the wall above dad's chair. I guess it's just a toy that mom and dad bought for me to play with but they put it up high on the wall because I'm not old enough yet. All mom has been talking about lately is how much I look like my dad. I think she is just sad that the only thing I inherited from her is a dramatic personality. Dad says the Irish genes must run strong in his family! I can deal with the red hair and fair skin...just as long as they don't dress me like a leprechaun for Halloween....

.....but I wouldn't mind a pot of gold for my college savings fund.

I am not sure at all what this weekend brings. It all hinges on Riley's plans for tomorrow. He may or may not be taking a trip to Woodward and taking Hallie for a daddy/daughter day (aka, mom's day out!) Still working on the fair idea but Grammy may have shot that down by reminding me of all the nasty germs at the state fair. In that case, I would just replace my Febreeze with hand sanitizer and Lysol spray in my mom holster. Whatever the weekend brings, we will just be glad to have Riley at home! Have a relaxing and fun weekend everyone!