I have never been vomited on so many times. Claire is suddenly intolerant of all solid foods (after finishing a whole box of rice cereal, a whole box of oatmeal cereal, containers of pears and sweet potatoes and some peas at home last month). At first I thought she didn't like the new Gerber vita blocks oatmeal. But yesterday she had a couple of bites of plain sweet potatoes, and then while we were at the mall picking up our pictures, wham-o! Or, splat-o, really. I was holding her on the tile floor of the hall outside the Picture People (I am so glad we weren't inside, as I'm sure they are as well) when she got sick. Poor kid. Somehow, even after failing to keep any solids down for the past several weeks, she still doesn't have any ankles. Just chub. Cankles. Love.
Last night we had dinner at Sheila's house. Afterwards we all took a walk to the barn next door to see the sheep. I love it here! Our "walk to the barn next door" was a trek of about 1/2 mile down the gravel road past Sheila's house. We stopped to pick wild blackberries along the way. Can it get much better than that?
Kate's favorite toys: trucks.