I'm still sneezing after a Sunday trip to the park. The first where Emmy was allowed to touch the Earth's surface because we've relaxed our parental cleanliness standards and unclenched our sphincters about Emmy getting a teensy bit dirty. Apparently it's impossible for her to crawl without her hands touching the ground.
The chubbin arms got a little Vitamin D too. Those poor weed flowers didn't stand a chance with Emmy on the loose. Pluck!
If anyone has a remedy for preventing Mommies from eating the cheeks of their young, please share.