Two clothing changes and holding

Ada decided to start the weekend by politely vomiting breast milk into her sleeper. Really, it was almost demure. To distract me from the vomiting (oh thank goodness that playdate didn't work out yesterday), I am fiddling with photos.

Ada and a new friend

Can you see the crown of bruises on her forehead
from her attempts to stand on her own?

Just one outfit from the TWO BAGS
of adorable clothes we got from a swell Portland pal

Our current favorite game

By the time I am typing this at 5 in the afternoon, we haven't seen any more vomit for 8 hours and our own emissary of emesis seems to be on the mend. If we are lucky she might even eat something for dinner.

[Edited to include: Hmm, apparently the 9 bites of applesauce were a bit much for her tummy, as they came back up after the bath. Unsure how to proceed without some Ada-Mama time in the rocking chair, I foolishly nursed my clearly hungry child. That came up too. Worn out by all this food-in-then-out (not to mention the attendant costume changes), Ada gratefully fell into bed and is drifting off to sleep. My fingers are crossed as I type.]