A DAY IN THE LIFE...

Emma is 5 months old today!!!  I can't believe how time has flown (time flew so fast that her 5 month birthday was really yesterday).  It certainly didn't fly when she ate every two hours, or when she couldn't stay asleep or when she never got to sleep to start with.  It must have flown in the middle of the night, when I get up twice to milk myself.  Or it could have been when she's having fun with all of her new friends at school (not Jackson, I hear he bites).

Either way, my baby is getting big.  Old.  Set in her ways.  She is long in the legs and she laughs and smiles at her Grandpa.  She moves her head towards noises and rolls over like it's her job.  Back to front.  We'll get the hang of front to back soon enough.  It makes me sad for her to get big.  It also makes me proud as a mommy for providing her breakfast, lunch and dinner, even if it kills me.  Goodness does grow in North Carolina.

She has a routine each day that is only hindered by weekends and holidays.  Daddy wakes her up and allows her to stretch in the morning.  Then Daddy wakes Mommy up.  Mommy is not as anxious to get up as Emma.  After some stretching, we settle down for breakfast and I try not to fall back asleep.  She eats for a half hour and then I change her pants and put on her outfit for school.  Generally it's this time when she's most awake, kicking and smiling and talking.  We go downstairs and meet up with Daddy, who has finished his shower and is hopefully making me some breakfast.  I get Emma set up in her car seat and wham, bam, thank you ma'am, she and David are out the door to school.

There she plays with friends, naps, eats, solves the Fiscal Cliff problem and then awaits a ride home.  Surprisingly, she can't drive yet.  When David picks her up, she naps on the way home and for a bit afterwards.  When I pick her up, hell breaks loose and there is no napping.  This is not fair. 

She has some extended grazing for dinner (we'll call it a dairy buffet).  And then we love on her and ask her to roll over and let her watch a little basketball.  Soon, it's time for a bath and bed.  She gets some dessert as part of this deal while we rock our way to a sleepy baby.  Most of the time, this process runs fairly smoothly.

This past week, it has not.  This past week, she's down.  No wait, she's up.  Down again, thank goodness.  WHAT THE CRAP you are awake and crying again???  It's become a little more of a tag team effort.  She doesn't understand that the hour after she goes to bed is time for her parents.  Time for us to relax and talk to each other.  Time for us to check the internet on our phones.  Time for us to realize how tired we are and why not just go to bed too.

So exciting.  A day in the life of Emma.

Happy Birthday sweet girl, I love you and am so proud of the big girl you're becoming!

(pictures will be added if and when this picture adder lets me add them)
(who wouldn't want to see more pictures of the Amazing Emma?)