Eva and I rushing this morning to get stuff together and showing up late for a coffee date where we didn't get coffee (there was a reason we abstained but Eva was hurt, nonetheless)
Eva and I then rushing from our coffee date and being late to pictures because I don't have a watch and don't like to keep my phone/clock out when we're with friends.
I pulled into "the clinic" where I work and Eva gets therapy for said pictures, and Eva starts crying because I forgot to tell her that pictures are at the clinic. She thought we were going for therapy on Friday which is a sin, apparently. She likes to go to therapy all other days. But this would be unscheduled and bad.
Eva is very fair skinned and when she cries, she turns red in spots and streaks.
After comforting and cajoling, I do the Daniel Scan (this is usually Daniel's job because he's a details man) to make sure that she doesn't have food on her face, and realize she does indeed have a little bit of breakfast crust on her lip so I gently peel it off-along with a dry piece of skin from her lip which starts bleeding. Seriously. Mom of the year award kinda day.
So these are the pictures where Eva has just recovered from the injustice of skipping coffee, the horror of a not-warmed-beforehand schedule change, and a bloody lip. Thankful for my friend Lauren who helped me out with 100 wipes and some comedic relief.
Without further ado, here are pictures of Eva in her Easter get up where she is smiling only when I talk about the coffee that I'm bribing her with getting immediately after pictures from Mama Carmen's. Why does it take pictures to make you realize that your baby is no longer a baby?
