Emma’s not a fan of getting dressed. Actually, that’s not entirely true. It’s more like she’s a fan of running away from me while I’m trying to dress her. She wants to climb into the rocker and squeal in delight as the chair moves back and forth, nearly toppling over backward with the force of…
reasons Emma will need therapy someday
Move Over, Joey Chestnut
We went to an awesome little guy’s 2nd birthday party yesterday. The big kids were too busy playing to eat. But that’s okay because Emma loves food. She made her way onto the bench by the table, surveyed the plates of food before her like she was at an All You Can Eat buffet, and…
Cake: Smashed
There were a lot of things I did with Joshua that I haven’t done with Emma. Like worry about every tiny scrap of anything he picked up off the floor and put in his mouth and what contaminants he might be ingesting. So with Emma, I’ve tried to do things that I didn’t do with…
Bad Luck Shoes
We do not have good luck with shoes in this family. Well, okay. There’s the Shoenicorn and the Shoenicorn’s cousin. And my precious, amazing boots that I meant to write about and didn’t because I got too caught up in wearing them with absolutely everything to take time to write about them. What I mean…
Emma, 11 months
Ugh. Typing this post means the next post is the one year post and the thought that my tiny, teeny peanut baby girl is almost a year old almost sends me into hysterics. Today Emma is 11 months old. Today I was apart from her for our longest stretch since last June. (Three hours.) Neither…