And many of you have already heard this story this morning, so you can just bow out now. Really, it won't hurt my feelings. We'll wait. Ok, those of you still here, this is how our day started:
I walked into Emory's room virtually crowing "Emory, you are so precious. Precious, precious, precious." She was standing up in her crib tent grinning at me from behind her paci, giggling just a little. I unzipped her bed, and got her out. Giving her a big squeeze, I smiled at her and said, "Emory, are you precious?" My darling babe put her sweet hands on either side of my face, looked deep into my eyes, and whispered, "No, I poopy."