The Exorcist Redeux

*dont read this if you have a weak stomach, OK? Don't say I didn't warn you*

Did you see the movie The Exorcist?
Most of us have.
I went to look for a photo to go with this post and decided against it. The memories are painful, I cannot stand to look at that poor innocent face of Linda Blair with the devil inside of her.
Much like I couldn't look at my sweet girl's face yesterday when she did her impression of the little girl.
I thought that her head was going to spin around and her eyes roll back in her head all whilst voluminous amounts of green chunky sludge came continuosly out of her mouth. I felt so badly for her.
She had a BAD BAD BAD allergic reaction to some cottage cheese that I fed her.
Yes

I am that stupid.

My girl, who I know is allergic to milk protein, I fed cottage cheese...and peas of course.
She has been able to eat some yogurt with some success so I thought that I would risk it.
Oh
God
So
Not
Worth
The Risk

Sorry baby

no milky anything for you anymore.

Out as long as In

Today is the day.
Tabitha has officially been out of the womb as long as she was in it. Today I had to wipe the tears of laughter (and fear) off my face as I watched her push a stool across the kitchen tile and walk behind it. She looked like one of those little old people with the walkers with the tennis balls on the legs.
But
This time, it was an almost 9 month old.
She still has no teeth. She is my toothless wonder and she shows no signs of any teeth.
I think that she is going to walk before she has any teeth.
Really, I am fine with it. I guess it is a good thing that she doesn't want the boobie anymore. I wouldn't want to deal with getting bitten.

She really likes it when I sing to her. She isn't discriminating, she likes all music...especially if her name is part of the song. I personally think that she takes exception to her daddy's version of twinkle twinkle....it is, um, geeky to say the least. A kid song with the word scintillate, yes scintillate. I will spare you the rest unless you really want to hear it. I will give you David's cell phone number and maybe he can sing it for you. I on the other hand will be at work and unable to listen to the song (a girl can dream can't she?).
HAPPY WOMB DAY TABITHA

TabiKat has a cold

To the tune of
Food Glorious Food from Oliver


Snot
Un-Glorious Snot!
What wouldn't I give for
Clear Nasal Passages
Is that too much to ask for
Tabitha cant breathe at night
Her senses are messed up
Crusty edges of little noses
make me want to throw up

Over the years in my chosen profession I have dealt with a myriad of different icky leaking body fluids. I wont go into too many details as I want to save you from the word pictures in my head. I have been waiting for this moment with fear and loathing, knowing that I am going to have years dealing with this sort of thing. Snot.
It skeeves me out. I cannot stand the stuff.
and
Tabitha is sick. She is stuffed up, it is running down her face. I run to get a tissue. (OK more like 3 of them to cushion my hand against the icky squish) As soon as I come near her with the evil soft cottony whiteness she begins to flail.
No no no no
You will not wipe my nose. You will not even touch my little nose. I command you to stop.....WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH
She hates snot too. I guess we are in violent agreement.

Note to Self:

FIRST conquer the stairs, Then the world.

Tabitha decided that today was the day that she was going to try to climb the stairs.
She not only tried. She made it all the way to the top. We have a very long staircase and she made it ALL THE WAY
Now, I didn't think that when I birthed this baby through the man-made hole that she was going to part mountain goat. That must come from her fathers side.