The baby was very good this morning. She got up around 8:30 and let me know that she needed to sinkle by jumping on me then off of the bed and circling by the door. To reward her we played fetch for about 10 minutes at which point I went to the kitchen to prepare her breaky. Unfortunately I forgot to defrost some chickum for her so I had to figure out how to cook the frozen leggie. I think I might have overcooked it because it looked kinda brown when I took it out of the microwave. Though a part of me wonders maybe if it looked that way because it's dark meat. Or maybe I overcooked it. Dark meat. Oh, I don't know!
Anyway, after breaky we played a little bit more but not too much because I didn't want the baby barfing up everything she'd just consumed. Then I started working. The baby does not like this very much because I pay zero attention to her except for the occasional head check to make sure that she's not doing anything bad. Most of the time she's not, but one never knows. In any case, here's what I saw during two of these head checks -- the baby leads a rough life:
Exhibit A, passed the s out --
Exhibit B, I'm so E for her, how unseemly --
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