Hope everyone had a fabulous weekend. Rylie just wanted to stop by and send everyone a little love to start off the Valentines week.

It’s been a busy BUSY few days for this momma and I’m exhausted so we’ll keep this short.

The company I work for often has large conventions and events that last 2-3 days. Last week we had one of those events. My job is photography. I have no training in it, just kind of picked it up as a hobby and it stuck. While it is lots of fun, it is also quite tiring. Friday I had a 12 hour day on my feet carrying a pretty big camera around. I’ve not done much of anything since I came home from the event. I did manage to get in a good 2 hour nap this morning which is pretty rare.

Otherwise not much going on here. Rylie has taken to eating lots of different things these past few days. Now whenever we eat food she just stares at us wondering why we aren’t sharing. Baby, Id love to give you a bite of my burrito but it’s just not happening any time soon. Stick to your graham crackers.

Anyway, not much to report on. Just a quick hello and a few more photos to end this relaxing day.

When I look at this picture I just see germs. I was having a moment of desperation and was not thinking of covering or cleaning the shopping cart.

Saturday was so amazingly nice outside. I didn’t want to just sit home, so I rushed around all morning to get the house clean so me and my little shopping partner could have an adventure together.

An adventure it was. Most days Rylie loves to shop. She just sits in her stroller and takes in all the sights. But not on this day.

For those who don’t know me, other than the 2 grocery stores down the street, there is nowhere to shop within 45 minutes of my house. So when I go shopping, I make a day of it.

First stop, Hobby Lobby. I was in search of some fake fruits for a work project. Mission accomplished, so I decided to browse a little and possibly pick up some fabric to make backdrops for some photos of Rylie. FAIL. Not too long into our shopping experience Rylie started to scream. So uncommon. She was thrashing about and trying to climb out of her stroller. I started to panic a little. I’ve never been in this tantrum situation in public before. As I started to pull Rylie out of her stroller, she was trying to escape down below under the front tray. The stroller started falling backward, my plastic strawberries and bananas were rolling down the aisle. The situation was completely out of control. The sales associate was certainly thinking to herself “lady, get your act together”

I managed to get Rylie back in the stroller, composed myself, and planned to get the heck out of there ASAP!

We got in the car and Rylie calmed down. In fact fell asleep. So I thought maybe we could make 1 more stop at Babies R Us. They have those fancy carts with the baby seat built in to the front of it. I figured as long as she could see me maybe she would be ok. FAIL. Another tantrum.

I was over it at this point, we headed home without running our last errand. She slept all the way home and then screamed for 4 hours once we got there. Harris was out golfing and I was at my wits end.

My sweet little girl has been having some serious stomach issues which has been the root of all the fits she has been throwing. I just recently started her on carrots and pears so I believe one of them to be the culprit. I sure hope all these prunes I’m feeding her solve the problem. I’ve never been so excited in anticipation of a poop.

It always baffles me when people ask to hold Rylie and then immediately smell her and tell me how they love the smell of babies. In no way does Rylie have that new car smell. In fact she rarely smells good, maybe 1 hour every other day after a bath.

On a typical day Rylie will smell like a combination of sour cream and dirty wash rag. I’m constantly sopping formula up from under her neck and still it turns into stinky cheese. EW. And that mouth of hers never stops drooling. There is a constant flow of water, so much that we could probably replenish Arizona’s water supply.

And oh the farts and the poops. We won’t even go there!

I love my baby like whoa, but I’m going to need to buy this kid some perfume.

But boy, she sure is cute!