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When I picked Sami up yesterday, I had a raging stomach ache. I just was not feeling myself.

She was behaving a little waywardly, and on the way to the car decided she wanted to push buttons on the front door of the building, and wouldn’t follow me toward the parking lot.

I went over and picked her up, and explained to her, “Momma has a tummy ache.” I pointed at my belly and made a sad face. “Hurts. I need you to be nice to me.”

And so Sami pet me on the arm and the shoulder saying, “Niiiiiiiice. Niiiiiiiice,” and made a sad, serious, concerned and caring face.

I think I almost died just then. Luckily she was sweet and cuddly at home in between her raging tantrums. She kept me comfortable *and* grounded in reality.

In other news - Sami is saying things, and saying numbers of words together, that she wasn’t doing on Friday. It really does all change overnight.

Also, in case you’re missing pictures, well I’d post some, but every time I take out the camera I am greeted with a fat tantrum and grab for the camera. So it gets put away pretty quickly. And the picture I typically get to take is not a cute one. Though I may post it soon, anyway, just to share the proof.

That’s all for today. Life is good.

Tags: day in the life, motherhood //