I don’t know if she knew how appropriate her comment was, but Emily cracked me up this week.
We were at Logan’s baseball tryouts. I had just deposited him at the correct field, just barely on time, and was carrying the baby while a terrible-twos Madeline was screaming hysterically because she saw a fly somewhere on the planet and flies terrify her. With the girls both going in different directions, I needed my hands free to hold their hands. It was essential that I get baby wrapped up in the sling (which I hadn’t done because we were in a rush to get to the field on time), and I needed to get back to the car so he could wait in his carseat while I got the wrap on. Wailing Madeline had to be drug to the car (because, flies), and Emily kept trying to run down the dirt hill next to the parking lot or stopping to pick up every.dried.leaf. We finally get to the car and baby is content to await his wrapping, meanwhile Madeline is (still wailing and now shaking with fear of flies) trying to shove her head into the seat cushion. Emily is standing next to the car, ever so patiently looking around at the baseball field full of dads, boys, and baseball activity.
Then, out of nowhere, Emily randomly asks “Soooo… Now what?”
I laughed out loud, internally agreeing because I wasn’t quite sure what to do with a baby, an adventurous, watch-me-eat-these-berries-I-found-in-the-road toddler and a super unrealistic toddler (just writing that feels silly. What toddler IS realistic?).
Anyway, here’s my #52project pic of the week. It has nothing to do with the story. 
My husband took it Sunday while I was at work. Madeline has a gauze square first-aid-taped to her hand because she’s also afraid of scabs and bandaids. Emily is the happy one. This week.
Happy {almost} February, and don’t forget to laugh in the midst of chaos!