First thing I'll say about this post is: children are amazing. The ability to get through, with a smile on the face, when fate deals them a crappy hand, is amazing.
I'm so proud of my tough little angel.

Okay, so she looks happy right? Well she was, but underneath that tough, impenetrable exterior was a body ravaged by spots, a mind wondering what was going on.
When we saw the spots all over her ass (it hit her ass first I think) and we thought it was a bad case of nappy rash so we decided a bit of time out of the nappy would be a good thing. So here's Emma streaking around our back garden (okay, maybe just the picnic blanket).
Speaking of the garden, I know, I know,... I
still haven't taken photos of our home and put them up... it's on the to do list okay (along with 26-million other things). Here are two... the one's quite dark but I wanted you to see the view from our pool. As it turns out, now you can't see the pool.
Anyway, back to the rash... EXTREME CLOSE-UP!
Emma's feet and bum all spotty.



Then, a few days later, Emma's eye slowly started to swell, and swell, and swell... until it swelled shut. Ugh. It was so gross. While providing me with plenty of photos for her 21st (yes, I'm planning already), it was a tad... gut-wrenching. I mean, she's gorgeous, and then this happens.
We have no idea what caused it... probably an allergy to something, but we don't know what.

And yet she still smiled through it all.
Except when I pulled her eyelids open to wash her eye, then she screamed blue murder.

And, despite her condition, we even went for a ride or two. People were probably like: "Oh, a baby, what a delightffff... ugh, that child is ug-ly!"