Oh, I don't even know what to say! My sweet little baby is 8 months old. I swear it was just yesterday that she was born. She is crawling now and so cute to watch. She also threw her first fit today. It wasn't pathetic or anything. It was actually funny. I just laughed at her. She's had an upset stomach lately, and she gags herself . On Sunday, I was holding her after I fed her, and she started to gag like she has been. She didn't throw-up though and I was glad. Then I lifted her over my head to adjust and she threw-up all over my face and in my mouth. It was in my eyes, in my hair, and it poured down my neck. It was so disgusting!!! I finally forgave her later that day and then during Elder Dallin H. Oaks' talk, I looked down at her on our rug (of course it had to happen on the rug right where she had thrown-up earlier in the week and not on the hardwood that would be easy to clean) because I had heard a little squirt and there was a pile (yes, a nasty little pile) of suprise for me that squeezed out of her good-for-nothing diaper. YUK!!!!! It took a little more time to forgive her for that too. Man, she's a stinker. Then of course, in pure AnnaBelle fashion, she had to point out to me "Mom, it's diarrhea!!!" Thanks for the info sweetie! Of course later that night, (after I decided to forgive her......again,) while I was feeding her..........again, she decided to bite me HARD......OUCH!!!!! Wow, now that's a pain I've never felt before. It shot all the way down to my toes and felt like someone was yanking off my toenails. I think it might be time to stop nursing. If it was up to me....it would have happened months ago.
Last night after we put the girls to bed, Noah and I were watching "The Office." I wondered where our little chihuahua, Tica was. She is usually snuggled up next to one of us on the couch (usually Noah since I am the one that punishes her when she does something bad, so she prefers him.) Anyway, I called her and I heard her bell ring on her collar in our bedroom. She usually comes running when someone calls her, but she was hesitant this time (she never just walks, she is always running around crazy.) Soon I heard her drop from the bed and slowly make her way into the living room. It was night so the only light was coming from the tv. Finally she came in and we looked at her and died laughing. She had a pillow attached to her collar. (It's a crocheted pillow that got stuck on her bell.) She wouldn't move because I bet that the pillow weighs more than her. I finally took it off of her when I stopped laughing and she acted like she had been freed from prison. She's a dumb little dog.
Last night, we were eating dinner and AnnaBelle brought up how Heavenly Father is Jesus' Daddy. Noah and I said "yep, that's right." Then she said "I lobe (she doesn't say love) Heavenly Father and Jesus." It was so cute. Then she asked "Can I go see them." Noah said "Heavenly Father lives in heaven. It's up in the sky far, far away." You could see AnnaBelle's little mind was turning and then she said "Is heaven in California?" We have obviously told her that California is far, far away (because she asks every morning if we can go to Disneyland today.)