7 months

I had every intention of writing Fancy's 7 month post (two weeks late) this evening, since Matt is gone all week. But the Diva decided she would be sick today so no dice on the post.  Instead I spent my day dealing with a fussy baby, taking a trip to the doctor to be told that kids average about 10 colds every fall/winter, changed 6 poopy diapers (we had a Come to Jesus meeting about this one--I don't know how many more times I need to tell this child that she is to save those little gems for the daycare ladies), tried feeding her squash, had sqaush spit all over my shirt, took a loooooong walk with Annalee, burned a Lean Cuisine (yes, shut up, my microwave momentarily got a mind of it's own and started cooking another 8 minutes while I was trying to get Emma to sleep), and now I'm finally laying in bed and too lazy to go get the memory card reader to upload her new pics. SO, instead of the 7 month post you'll have to make do with these two pics:

Rotten. Dumps her toys out and laughs.

Hanging out with Grandma Kay at the horse sale