Worried

Babysitting yesterday had me worrying about a lot of things. Some silly, some not-so-silly. First was Lilly's reaction to Adele's baby doll. At first I thought it was cute how she carried it around and hugged it. Then I felt like putting out a public warning to anyone allowing their kids around Lilly. She was eating its toes and hands, poking the eyes, growling at it, and tried to drink out of the bottle. After leaving the room for a second, I returned to find her using the baby as a chair. Gonna have to work on this, since I don't want her thinking all babies can be used like furniture or food.

I wasn't able to stay the full day yesterday. At around 1:00, I started to have intense abdominal pains. Very crampy-like, but the pain throbbed up into my stomach area. I figured it would go away, but after 30 minutes of laying on the couch, whimpering like a woman in labor, I decided it would be best to go home. I was having a hard time focusing on anything, couldn't stand up straight, and I was starting to become very clammy. Luckily, Ben was already with his grandma (who literally lives next door) since he was sick, so finding someone to watch Adele was easy. Ryan took Lilly and I home. All I wanted was my bed, and I was super grateful to Lilly for taking her afternoon nap when we got home. The pain continued on and off for most of the evening, hurting at the most random times. Gotta love how my body decides to poop out on me while I don't have insurance. 

She's leary of Bella. She politely stands and waits until she feels that she's been given the okay to approach. 

She found Adele's hat.