BOUND TO HAPPEN

Tuesday, September 3, 2013

After a weekend sleepover at Grandmommy's, the inevitable happened.  Emma can now climb stairs.  And she loves it.  She is meticulous but fast, and is oh so pleased with herself when she makes it to the landing, the second landing and then to the top.  This is evidenced by the squealing and laughing.  It's great to see she's so proud of her accomplishments. 

Lest you think we just sent the kid upstairs, we follow right behind her literally every step of the way.  Once she gets to the top, she grabs the railposts and looks down...squealing.  And then she drops her paci.  And says "uh oh."  It's precious.  

So, we're now that house that has gates.  At least one.  We have to go find others.  We stole Gracie's gate to keep Miss Grownup from heading up the stairwell unannounced.  She cried and cried when she discovered her newfound talent might fall by the wayside.  Nevermind Emma, I don't have anything better to do than follow your rumpus up the stairs.  And down the stairs.  And up the stairs.  Well, ok, we may do that from time to time, but sometimes I gotta ...not. 

An Emma-less house is a quiet house and a peaceful house.  We did things we wanted to do when we wanted to do them.  I slept late for the first time in 365 days.  We grilled out and ate on the deck during what would be bath time.  No one took baths, just showers.  And we all used the potty.  It was a nice 36 hours.  We did, of course, miss Emma.  And I looked at pictures and video and we talked to her on the phone.  Emma ate pumpkin muffins, took walks around the neighborhood, entertained friends and consumed oatmeal twice.  We need to talk to Grandmommy about setting up a regular sleepover schedule.  In the words of Ty Pennington, "welcome home, Sweet Cheeks, welcome home.”  

 And now we're back to work and school.  Really kicking myself for not picking up a lottery ticket.  Or Coke Zero.  We have only milk and fruit punch at home.  And what am I making for dinner?  Damn it.  This day is full of suck such challenges.

Emma Rose is so loved.  Thanks to those who love her.  Even when she's not being lovely.  Which is sometimes never.