Last night, right after I saved yesterday's entry, the Puke came back. We assumed it was because Genny's still recovering and because we put a folded blanket in front of her abdomen to help prop her up when we put her in the walker, so she could sit up and that it simply pushed on her poor tummy more than she could cope with. I'm going to put the high chair together this weekend.

But then this morning, she had a big full frontal blag in the car seat (thank god those childseat pads are so darned washable) as I was on the way to work with Mike. We turned around all ready to just leave me home with her and then I realized it was Pauline's day off, so I asked her if she'd watch her godchild. She was thrilled and I cried all the way to Sacramento into work in the car.

I ate Mexican twice yesterday, but it's impossible to know if that's related or not, but just in case, I'm giving up my salsa addiction for a couple weeks. *whine*

My baby's developing a personality, though. This kid is a participater. She likes to be a part of the activities, even if she's just a spectator. If Russell is playing, she talks to him and smiles. If she's left in the bedroom and she can hear people talking, she cries, just to be brought into the room. Someone told me that babies who coo at people who are talking are expressing an interest in participating in the conversation and she's one of those.