Momnesia

Here she is wreaking havoc with the merchandise.
She could have cost us a shitload of money,
but Scott managed to pull her out from under the $300 coats.

Finding a $200 hat. Like we're going to buy that for her. Or anyone.

Lining up for the stick horse race.
Scott did his best to explain what she was supposed to do.

Here she is bringing up the rear.
The only child slower than her had only just learned to walk.
Tragedy, thy name is Emerson.

Here she is after competing in the stick horses races.
She wouldn't let us hold her Play-Doh for safekeeping, but she promptly lost it.
It was of course our fault.

The sun was really too bright for her little eyes but she wouldn't wear her sunglasses.

Emmie knew just what to do as the horses ran past."Come on, Dover. Move yer bloomin' arse!"

Happy trails to you.