The Lastest Funny From Emmit

It's been almost a week since he said this the first time, so I better blog it before I forget it.

Monday morning, we realized that it takes a bit longer to get 3 kids ready than 2. At 8:50 AM, Nathan called the pediatrician's office to make Emory's appointment for a weight & bilirubin check and was told "you have to be here before 10".

{cue circus music}

We got everyone dressed & ready, but there was no time to sit down and eat breakfast. The on-the-go solution: a bag of dry cereal (Cookie Crisp) & a cup of something to drink. Really, it was the only choice.

So, we loaded everyone up (which took a long time because the big kids are on the backseat & I couldn't help get them in) and headed out, knowing we probably weren't going to make it. I was stressed; Nate was stressed; the kids...well, they were just being themselves, which became apparent when Emmit said:

"Momma, I saw on TV that girls like chocolate. You want some of the chocolate out of my little cookie?"

C-section + uncontrollable laughter = pain

Side note: we pulled in the parking lot at 10:01. The doc still saw us.