I feel like I have graduated to another level of parenting. This morning, Vivienne held up her arms and gave me those big doe eyes and said,"Up! Up!" I picked her up, and then she said something that we couldn't decipher. It sounded something like "bubba you" (like the letter "w" but starting with a b?). What? What is she saying? What, Vivienne?
And then it happened. She puked all over me. I mean all over herself and my shirt and my shorts and my leg and the carpet.
Now I'm a real mom.