A babysitter declared we don't even get to count Emily as a third child. She's so good.
Em cried for a couple seconds yesterday because I sat her down for a second when she was hungry.
That was a lot of crying for her.
On Friday night Landon picked up girls and met me downtown for dinner. It threw off Ems schedule for her solid food (every night at dinner she's had a veggie for about 6 wks). It was also a bit cold where we sat.
She clearly wasn't happy. How did we know? She scowled a little and refused to flirt. That's it. That's the extent of an Emily tantrum.
Remind me to read this when she is 2.
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