How 'bout them Bears? I think this pretty accurately sums up our feelings: when the score was 33-0, little M spit up all over her Bears jersey. Eric agreed that he would like to puke all over his shirt, too. From the mouths of babes...literally.
M is doing great. She loves the Christmas decorations - especially the lights on the tree and the people on the nativity. She also has decided she (finally) likes her playmat and her swing. She's happy most of the time, but when she's sad/mad, she's really sad/mad. It reminds me of the nursery rhyme about the girl who had a little curl right in the middle of her forehead...
In other news, Peanut had surgery on Friday and is slowly on the road to recovery. Last night was rough as he cried in his sleep all night. Actually, M got the best sleep of any of us (9:30 p.m. to 3:30 a.m. without a peep from her...which would have been great had we not been up with the dog!) Peanut was feeling better today and was trying to run around the house, and he managed to pop one of his stitches in the process. So back to the vet we go tomorrow.
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