The only real excuse I have for not
getting on here and typing up more words about the awesomeness of Emma is that
I've been busy, real busy. At work. At home.
Everywhere. And I haven't been able to motivate myself to type words of
the coherent variety. That would require thought and patience and other
things of which I have none of. Emma has taken most of my patience and
stomped it to the tune of Mickey Mouse Clubhouse. But she's just a baby
doing baby things. She's also been amazing.
But life's been interesting the last
3 weeks. We've tried hard to buy a Jeep and then not buy a Jeep.
Emma now wants to control her dining destiny, which sometimes ends up with her
making pudding out of avocado. She can feed herself with a spoon and
relatively little (40%) airborne food. She fed herself some yogurt from a
bowl a couple of days ago and I was proud of the lack of yogurt on the kitchen
counters and ceiling. She'll say "all done" when she's finished
(after some prompting to use her words and not her throwing arm). Either
that, or will send the rest of the bowl/tray/plate flying. We make her
pick up all of the drops when she gets down, but I don't think she cares that
flying food results in free Emma labor.
She ate chips and salsa and followed
it up with some guacamole....and then tossed her bowl across the restaurant for
good measure. I'm sure we'll get there someday, that day just isn't
today. She spilled water from the spout on the fridge all over herself
and I told her it was just water...she says "wa-ta." Criminy
how cute. We gave her some stir fry the other night and she yelled
"oh, boy!" For real. In a previous life, I would add
broccoli and call it gourmet, but now I add all kinds of onions and carrots and
peppers, oh my, to make lil bit get a taste of other foods that her mama
wouldn't a touched.
She has a boyfriend at school, but
we can't let Daddy know. Little Logan likes to hug and kiss on her, but
Cheeks will beat up Logan if he gets too sassy....word on the street. I
told his Mom and I think she thought I was kidding. Maybe not.
Gracie,
my little cocker, has been infirmed with a back problem as of late and is just
now getting the go-ahead to be a free roaming dog. Emma liked to climb
her gate to the laundry room and still does, if it's up. She'll also
climb on the kitchen table. Last night she hoisted herself up there while
we were trying to get her high chair ready and grabbed her food, ready to eat
dinner. Lest we have broccoli and pasta stars all over the kitchen, I
grabbed her before things got rowdy.
She got into the cabinets, as
always, several weeks ago and ended up breaking in pieces my Williams Sonoma
mixing bowl. Seeing as how it was a wedding gift and something I don't
use so that I don't mess it up....well, girlfriend had to take a trip to the restroom
to compose herself, cry and compose herself again before going absolutely
berzerk on the kid. Still a bit salty on that actually.
Since she was born, Sweet Cheeks
will lay on your shoulder relaxing before her bedtime or whenever she just
wants to lay her sweet head down on you.....it's at these times that she likes
to rub on your upper arm. And it's so sweet. And it's when I
discover that her nails are as sharp as a Swiss Army knife.
She likes to put her puzzle pieces
into her purse. She'll gather her purse, bucket o' shapes, bucket o'
shapes with noise and anything else she can throw on her shoulder and announce
that she's going "byebye." This typically happens when we're
not going anywhere, so she travels to the kitchen and enjoys her stay.
The purse has, however, made it into the car the past two drive to daycare
mornings for Mommy. Picking our battles!
Emma, my preciousness, turned 19
months old a few days back (on the 3rd for those keeping count), and celebrated
around that time by waking up at 5:45,6, 6:15....whathaveya, and just about
drove me bonkers. Because, you see, when homegirl doesn't sleep late, she
misses out on some sleep we previously counted on. David and I are united
on that front of please no more of this insanity. I hope she's turning
the corner, but she was up and at em (them?) this morning at the breakfast time
of 6:41.
David has a knack of getting her to
go back to sleep by shushing. You can tell his mood by how he
shushes. This morning was a "I'm in a hurry to get to work"
shush. Last night at 2:30 am was a "stfu" shush. But no
matter the shush, Emma reacts. As soon as he shushes, she hits the deck
like somebody said bomb. And, with that, she slept another whole
hour! I'm going to rent him out as shusher for hire, I'm sure in the baby
kingdom we call Durham, people will be knocking our door down in no time.
Buuuut outside of that, she couldn't
be more cute and expressive. I like the cute expressions best, not the
yelling ones. We tend to get more of the latter and I think schoolmates
get the former. Ain't cool girlfriend. I am sad sad sad that her
next milestone comes with a 2 attached to it. 20 months, 2 years
old. No thank you. I want to hold a lil baby Emma more and more and
again some more.
Good job on the growing up Emma, we
are proud of you and your smartness.
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