If it wasn't for my daughter I'd be one majorly miserable person. I'm still throwing up at the very minimum of 4 times a day. That's on a good day. I've figured out that lemon juice is the only thing that actually tastes "good." Otherwise I just eat to absorb nutrients before it comes back up. You know how you feel when you get off a real bad carnival ride? That's how I feel all day every day. But here's something funny:
Mommy: Hey River, in 7 months you will be 5 years old!
River: Can I be 5 tomorrow?
Mommy: Nope!
River: Will I be 5 the next morrow?
Mommy: No, honey.
River: what about the next morrow?
another convo:
Mommy: Riverlyn, you are really pushing my buttons right now!
River: What buttons? You don't have any buttons momma.
Mommy: Riverlyn, just stop, okay?
River: But I'm not pushing any buttons!
River: Daddy, what does pushing your buttons mean?
Daddy: It means your getting under her skin. It's a figure of speech.
River: Like this? (she proceeds to lift Jason's hand and put it on top of her head.)
Daddy: ah geez.
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I used Riverlyn's "God doesn't have sleeping brains" in my lecture at CBS on Wednesday. Everyone had a chuckle out of it. She's a fountain of illustrations!
I hope the Zofran is helping.
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