The girl is a pistol. An octopus. A piece of work. A handful. Those are very reserved words I use to describe EG. She is everywhere all the time. She really wears me out! But she has been having a few rough days.
Monday morning my little ray of sunshine woke up with a swollen face, hands and feet. After further observation she had hives. She obviously was having an allergic reaction to something. We are just not sure what. It could be the eggs or the scraps she eats of the dining room floor ;) Yesterday morning her eyes were swollen and she was covered in hives. (Daddy has nicknamed her Spot.) So for the second day we went to the doctor. While we were there the doctor (who happens to be female and pregnant with her second) just kept saying "She looks great. She is so vibrant." Yea, that's the word - vibrant!
Last night at the restaurant she was "vibrant." Throwing her food, cup, silverware and almost my drink and the Parmesan cheese onto the floor! "Chatting" with the sorority girls sitting at the table next to us.
Right now she is suppose to be taking a nap. She is in there "vibrantly" shaking her Pack n Play back and forth. I can hear the squeaking. She is protesting her nap very loudly. In her defense she is getting teeth numbers 5, 6, 7, 8 and I think a molar, all at the same time.
Not that she needs to be defended! She IS vibrant. A smiley, giggly, dancing, sweet almost 11 month old. . .