Nothin' like a barfin' baby to remind me I'm a mother!

Poor Emma! She was sick ALL day on Mother's Day. Saturday night she was going to spend the night with our neighbors and ended up coming home around 11:00 p.m. when about a quarter of town had a power outage. She was scared and wanted to come home. So that explains why she was with us in our bed when the chucking began at around 6 a.m. Bed sheet change number one. She went back to sleep until chuck number 2. Bed sheet change number 2. She had various blow-out problems throughout the day but seemed better in the early evening. She ate a little spaghetti (I subscribe to my mother's theory that if they feel like eating it, they can probably handle it). She kept it down and slept well Sunday evening. Emma woke up fine this Monday morning but spent the day home. She will go back to school tomorrow. I still had a nice Mother's Day even with the reminder that I am a mother. :)

Emma's Match

Those of you who know Emma well might be frightened to know that her best friend is a lot like her. Well, even more so, I am afraid. Here is a story shared by her mom (Diane) that proves this point. First, a little background: My friend Diane has a very close family friend named Heidi. Heidi is just graduating from college with her teaching degree. They attend the same church and Heidi loves to baby-sit Diane's kids. She is a very kind-hearted, sweet young lady. We just found out that she will be one of the new teachers where my kids and Diane's kids attend school. So, here is the story. Heidi has explained to Diane's kids, including Kendall, that they will have to call her Mrs. Smith at school because she is a teacher there. Here is a conversation that took place between Heidi and Kendall at school recently when Kendall saw Heidi in the hallway: K: Hi Heidi! H: Kendall, remember, I am a teacher now and you will have to call me Mrs. Smith. K: I don't like that idea. Bye Heidi.