Day Seventeen Hundred and Five

The Patio Princess

We spent much of yesterday outside. 

While Mommy weeded, Mimi speed-ed.

Always obey the speed limit, Amelia! Or else! 

Told ya! 

Not hindered by bruises or limits, Amelia got right back up and into the driver's seat. She's my little Bruiser. Literally. If you'll notice, her forehead has not one, but TWO knots from the day before. One resulted from a fall from the couch in Miami, which made her puke immediately (she had just eaten, but I was absolutely concerned about a concussion - she was fine 2 minutes later though and acting normal). The second occurred much later that night when she tripped at Auntie Brandi's house. Her balance is a little concerning to me right now, but she seems to be acting like any normal learning toddler would be. I have a suspicion that she's getting her back molars, which might account for some of the tripping...and gnawing...and the fact that for four days now, she doesn't really want to eat much? I'm not exactly sure, but I'm keeping a close eye on her. (Just to note, her pupils are not dilated and she's not acting lethargic.)

Being a mommy sure comes with it's scares.

And with an active, fearless toddler running my life, I've let out enough gasps to last me the rest of her life. She is surely the product of her mama and dada. 

For good, non-gasping reasons too. 

My little Amelia, such the tiny helper.