Her name isn't Grace for a reason

You know how it is, you're walking along, minding your own business, and then oops, you trip. You may fall, you may not. Mostly you don't fall because your reflexes are like a cat's. Well, most cats. Not my cat because she's really a sloth.

Anyway, usually if you look back at what you tripped over, nothing is there, right? But just in case someone's watching, you point to the spot you tripped over, saying something like, "Oh hey, watch out for that spot. It's a doozie!" or "Did you see that? The sidewalk totally grabbed my shoe!"

Emily trips all the time. Usually over nothing. Sometimes over something, mostly because she's not paying attention to where she's going. But this morning, she tripped over nothing. And it's not like she trips and catches herself, she TRIIIIPS and I swear, each limb hits at a different time: flop, bang, oof, splat, ugh! Poor thing.

"Oops! I took a tumble!"

"Are you okay?" I ask.

"Yeah... I was trying to leap and I took a tumble."

Seriously? A tumble? A leap?

If only she was as good at walking as she is with words.

It was a good day

Last night I slept good. Better than I have in several nights. Avery is teething, so she has been waking up several times (like 5-7 times!) at night. She just cries and cries and tosses and turns. She starts off in the crib, but I always end up bringing her to bed with me. Anyway, last night she slept until 3am! Glory be, I slept four hours straight! I haven't done that in months. After that, she woke at 5 and then at 7. So she only woke three times! It was great.

So we were all in a pretty good mood today. Emily and Avery played together. It was so fun to watch them. Especially since I thought Emily would hate Avery forever. Emily was playing on her slide and Avery was underneath it and Emily would peek over the edge or through the steps and say, "Boo!" and Avery would scream with glee! So fun. And Emily was so happy that she was making Avery happy.

While I was on the floor changing Avery's diaper, Emily exclaimed, "Momma! There's a booger on your computer!" I asked her, "How'd it get there?" and she said, "I put it there." At least she's honest.