Dear Romy

Dear lovely daughter,

I'm so excited that you're rolling now, who doesn't love seeing a new skill? I just wonder, why do it so much if you hate being on your tummy?! You roll over, and then I have to roll you back after a couple minutes. Then you roll back over almost immediately! Although I love how you keep me on my toes, lets keep working on the tummy to back roll! 

Ramona Droolface before the tummy-hate kicks in.

Love you!

That's one way to start the day

Oh, 6 am, we were supposed to be like two ships passing in the night; we weren't supposed to meet this way.

I woke up to clear the wads of snot out of my nose, since breathing is cool, and you gotta keep up, you know? Decided to check on the munchkin, and decided that sleeping on the tummy was not for those who can't roll back over. Cue pterodactyl-like screeching because that obviously means it's playtime for those who went to bed two hours later than normal.

Oh, and then having the hubs come in to tell me that the van was dead just added to the fun. It's a guessing game as to whether it'll start later or not, but games are fun, right? (...right?)  My cold seems to have returned with a vengeance, which is great, because everyone at Jed's work wants cupcakes made by a red-eyed, snot-nosed, sneezing machine.

If I can get them there, that is.