A portrait of my daughter every day in 2014
I read an article online recently about Zofran and its possible link to heart defects. I was not on Zofran, but probably would have been had I received my prenatal care in a doctors office rather then a birth center. In the comments someone said it was worth the risk for them as heart defects are correctable. I wanted to punch that person in the face. Subsequently I realized I spend too much time online.
Random thoughts of today.
A portrait of my daughter every day in 2014
Sometimes I just want to squeeze her.
A portrait of my daughter every day in 2014
Toddlers should come with helmets.
A portrait of my daughter every day in 2014
She was intrigued and confused by the rain. Every time it thundered she pointed to the sky, and then to her heart. I think she thought it sounded like her heart. I let her listen to her heart with the stethoscope often.
I forgot how much I hate the summer. Tonight when I put her to bed, it was 77 degrees in our house. She was covered with sweat. Dripping. By the time I left the room there was a puddle a foot in either direction around her head. Oh summer and your warmer temperatures, I do loathe you so.
A portrait of my daughter every day in 2014
After it rained she discovered the drain pipe and entertained herself for quite some time.
A portrait of my daughter every day in 2014
She requested the ribbon from the stuffed dog be removed and put on her instead.
A portrait of my daughter every day in 2014
I couldn’t resist this sweet little muffin sleeping this morning.
A portrait of my daughter every day in 2014
My silly sweet girl, who is only happy when she’s outside. What will we do when the temperatures soar even higher? It was 80 degrees here today and I officially did not like it. She on the other hand could have cared less, even once covered in sweat.
A portrait of my daughter every day in 2014
She decided she needs a bedtime snack and is proceeding to eat the entire tub of cottage cheese.
A portrait of my daughter every day in 2014
My Instagram feed has been filled with photos of a gorgeous red haired little boy who lost his life in a tragic accident. His photo reposted over and over.
Tonight I’m feeling especially grateful for my beautiful little red haired girl.
She sits high a top her papas shoulders and giggles as the wind whips through her rapidly growing hair.
Rose and the Wild Fox 