Not As Funny

This post was supposed to be called Emma's Getaway #5 or something like that, but that series is getting old! She was just gone so much. And I don't think I even have any photos of her final summer trip, which was with our ward youth group to Bear Lake. I'll ask her if she has photos.

The other thing that happened at the end of August was that my daughter Romney got her butt kicked. Figuratively. In reality, she had her wisdom teeth removed. And you know, we truly did not think it was going to be a very big deal. Chase had his out two years ago, and it barely seemed to affect him at all. We did what everyone does now and filmed him all the way home. He provided us with enough footage to create a rather hilarious 4 minute video of highlights. And by that evening he was sure he was ready for solid foods. I assured Romney that it wasn't going to be that bad.

Sorry, honey.

Here she is, the last photo of her in any state of happiness for about a week, just as she was being taken back.

Here she is, about 24 minutes later. (Man they have that system down pat.) 

She was slightly groggy but not too out of it. Emma and I had our phones all set up and recording, ready to capture whatever hilarity might be on its way. At first Romney didn't do much but hum along to music and mumble a little. Still, we waited for anything remotely comical. It wasn't until she started throwing up that we decided the videoing could probably stop.

This is what poor Romney did for several days in a row. I fed her yogurt, hummus, ice cream, and anything else I could find that required zero chewing. 

Finally we were able to get some smiles out of our sad sad girl, even if those smiles came from us laughing how how silly she looked with her ice pack system. Her cute little cheeks just stayed puffed up forever!

Hopefully when Emma's turn rolls around she will take after her brother more than her sister. I think we all would prefer his style of the ordeal. One hour of total delirium complete with very funny ramblings and no puking at all. Then sleep, then feel better. But at least I know now to not promise anything.

Oh, and I asked Emma if she had any photos from youth conference. She said she might have a couple. Then she sent me 94. Almost all of them were some version of this:

So...not going to include any others at this time. You're welcome.