Emily Walked!

Yep, she walked. She took three steps for the TV remote. We'll take pictures soon.

An actual word!

So Emily said an actual word today. I still count "dada" as her first word, but she said "kitty" today, plain as day. And she knew what she was talking about, too. Each time the cat walks by I say, "kitty kitty" and today Emily said it back for real. She had the "K" sound down, too. So I kept saying it and she kept saying it back to me and looking at the cat. So maybe "kitty" will have an asterisk next to it in her baby book. Whenever I start her baby book...

I keep saying "kitty" to her and she'll look around for the cat saying "kitty kitty". SO FREAKIN' CUTE!

Ugh.

Okay, so I'm looking at everyone's My Heritage celebrity look-alikes and it's making me depressed. At least you guys look like women! I felt inspired that perhaps I could submit another photo and maybe I'd look like more women than men. Not so! This time I looked like ONE woman and the rest were men. Brendan Frasier? Colin Firth? Rudy Giuliani? Is this a joke? Is someone rigging this? Come on! I know I look at least somewhat like Nancy McKeon from Facts of Life. I think I'll go hide.

Update: I just tried again with a really bad photo of me and now I look like Brad Pitt and Patrick Swayze. Does anyone have a picture of me where I don't look like a man?

Merry Christmas

Chloe

Did you know I have a cat? I do. Her name is Chloe. We've had her for four years. She is a super cat. She ruled the roost before Emily came along. She still rules, but from under the bed because Emily scares her. I've got to add a couple of cute pictures of Emily. She was having fun licking the window of the back door. Sometimes she reminds me of a little puppy. Maybe that's why Chloe is scared of her.

I guess I look like a guy

http://www.myheritage.com

I was tagged by Lauren to see what celebrities I look like. Apparently I look like a lot of guys. I lot of ugly guys. And a couple of women. How embarrassing. Do I really look like a guy? Like an ugly guy? I think I'm going to go cry now.

Kelly, Danielle, Tammie, Charlotte, Lori, Eileen, everybody... Tag, it's your turn. Let's see what guys you look like. But I'm sure you guys will look like the beautiful people in Hollywood

Not to be Outdone

Not to be outdone by her younger cousin, Emily shows off her skillz, too.

Daddy is FUN!

Emily gets so excited when Rob comes home from work. He barely has time to put his things down before she's crawled up to him wanting to be picked up. No matter how crabby she is during the day, she always cheers up when she sees him. I love it!

Rob started pushing her around in a laundry basket. She thought it was pretty neat.
Sometimes she'll just lay there and let Daddy kiss on her and love on her. She's so sweet. I love watching these moments. It warms my heart.

Of course, Momma time is great, too. She loves to pull my hair. Sometimes she'll just run her pudgy fingers through my hair, and other times she yanks on it. Ouch! I like to tickle her face with my flowing locks and she giggles. I think she's longing for the day when her hair is long enough for piggy tails. I can't wait for that, either! I can't believe I'm saying that...

She says "Dada" a lot. I asked her if she could say "Momma" and she just laughed. Like it was funny. Ha, I feed you, Little Girl. I change your stinky diaper. I bathe your dirty bum. You better respect me.

Pretty Eyes

And a wet chin...

And More Pictures from Thanksgiving

 

Thanksgiving Pictures

I just got these pictures from Renee from our visit to their house in Austin at Thanksgiving.

 

My Sick Baby

Emily has some sort of a cold or something and it has manifested itself in her face. She has weepy, pink eyes and a runny runny nose. Plus she's drooling, so her face is always wet. Poor baby.

Here she is cursing the cold in her best Italian accent: "Gettouttahere."

I just looked at that last picture up close. How gross - I should have wiped her nose before I took the picture. But at least you get an idea of what she looks like all day long. I do wipe her nose, a lot! She comes to expect it though, especially right after she sneezes. She'll sneeze and then look at me like, "Alright, come get this booger."

Special Diet

Emily has decided to try a new diet. I'm assuming that she thinks she's too fat or something. Maybe she overheard me talking about how her feet were oozing out of her shoes. Or maybe it was when I told her I loved all her chins. Whatever the reason, she's chosen the indoor formula that Purina offers. I guess she's noticing that we don't get out much and that's why she decided the indoor formula was best. I told you, she's smart. She LOVES the taste and recommends it to all her friends. She will absolutely cry her eyes out if anyone tries to take away her new food.

Family Pictures!

Here is our first official family picture (notice the shoes. Fancy, huh?). This will not be the photo that we include with our Christmas cards. Neither will we include the other picture that Rob didn't smile in. And it won't include the picture where we are all washed out by a white background. All in all I'm pleased with the pictures, but I wish we were given more choices of the family pictures.

And here's my cutie patootie. I love all her chins. Her little feet were oozing out of her shoes. She has short, fat feet. I promise, I tried to get her to wear a hair bow, but she refused! Ah, she is my little girl.

Eight Months Old

I love this last photo. It was taken the other day. If you enlarge it, you can see exactly how she feels about wearing the Christmas dress.

Update: Since we can't enlarge the photo by clicking on it, I made it bigger here for your viewing pleasure:

Life is a Bowl Full of Fruit Poofs

"See this poof here? I want that one."

Concentrate...concentrate...

CHOMP!

"Mmmm. Good poof. I recommend the apple cinnamon. They're tasty."

How about now????

This will be my third try...

Okay, here is Emily in her Christmas dress and hat. Aunt Kelly got it for her last year for Christmas. She's not very happy about being in it.
Emily loves the walking toy thingy that she borrowed from Corgan. She just cruises around the livingroom. She doesn't know how to turn yet. I guess it's not like riding a bike, you know, where you lean in the direction you want to go. She leans and leans, but still goes straight.

Emily has learned to form her boogers into letters. Here she has formed the letter 'A'. She's so smart.

She woke up from her nap and ended up with bed head. And the letter 'A' on her chin. She's saving that piece for later...

She's like a little bird when it comes to feeding time. She is a very good eater!

Emily's friend Elizabeth comes over to play. They are learning to share. Or I should say EMILY is learning to share. She's not very good at it and she'll tackle you if you take what's hers. She'll tackle you even if it's yours and she wants it. It's a work in progress.
Poor Elizabeth... Emily wants whatever Elizabeth has. Like I said, she'll tackle ya.

But Elizabeth still loves Emily and shows great patience. It's almost like she's saying, "Hang on a sec, girlie."

Hmmmm...

I can't seem to post pictures. I've got several. So I guess I'll just describe them and you can use your Imagination to view them.

Okay, there's this one where Emily is being totally cute and she's got drool on her chin. Then there's this other one where she's being adorable. That one probably shows drool on her chin, too. There are a couple of pictures where Emily is playing with Elizabeth and they're fighting over the same toy.

So there you go, pictures of Emily. I hope that you imagined them as cute as the actual photos.

Live to Blog, Blog to Live

I'm sitting here in the office with Emily this morning. Jason is asleep in the livingroom, so I've brought Emily's toys in here with us and we're hanging out. She started to get hungry and fruit poofs weren't doing the trick, so I made some cereal with apricots (not her favorite apparently) and put a bib on her and proceeded to feed her.

Folks, they invented highchairs for a reason. Feeding a baby while she's standing at her favorite toy table is not the way to go. This toy table makes music and music makes Emily dance. Dancing and eating cereal don't mix. Well, they do mix, right on her face.

So I'm thinking to myself, "Hmm, blog moment." Then she decides she done eating and starts chewing on the arm of Rob's office chair. There was still cereal residue in her mouth and on her face, hence there is cereal residue on Rob's chair. More blog stuff, yay! As I'm thinking how I'm going to blog this moment, I try feeding her more cereal. Hey, her mouth was open, I thought I'd feed it. *sigh*

There is cereal on her chin because she decided to dance. I don't know why. There wasn't any music playing. Must have been music in her head 'cause I didn't hear it. As I'm giggling, scraping cereal off her chin, thinking this is going to be great blog material, Emily hits my hand and cereal ends up on my pajama bottoms. Great. I just washed these. My hand gets in the cereal. I lick it off, and yeah, cereal and apricots aren't my favorite either. So I wipe it on my shirt.

Today Emily decided that spitting is fun. It sounds cool and it makes for easy distribution of cereal on everything in the office. Yep, I live to blog. I have to close this post now because the cereal on my arm is starting to dry up and crack and it's making me itch.