So...

I've been feeling a bit uninspired lately. I was in a funk. A bit grumpy, in fact. Sorta like this:
Only without the hat. Because it doesn't fit my head. I know this because I tried it on.

But this little girl keeps me on my toes. And she cheers me up and makes me happy. Unless she's being a pain in the bo-hiney, and then I'm not cheerful and I'm not happy. BUT, look at this face:

I melt.

And I giggle at things she says, like "Momma" and "nose" and "wheddigo?"

And then I kiss her chubby belly and soft cheeks until my lips get chapped.

Just Wanted to Share...

When someone/something is lost/missing: "wheddigo?"
When looking for the lost/missing person/thing: "whe-yah-yooouuuu?"

See Ya Warm Weather

I hate cold weather. It makes me ache and my skin gets dry and itchy. And I get cranky. I get crankier each year. I just hate it. I want to go south with the birds. I'd much rather be too hot right now than too cold. Blah!

How is it I used to play in waist deep snow as a kid (knee deep to those that weren't height challenged)? I would make snowballs with my bare hands and eat icicles from our roof (I didn't know the cat would get stranded up there and use the roof as his toilet). I would pretend my steamy breath was smoke from my pretend cigarette.

I loved sledding on the ski hill and coming home to take a warm bath. I loved climbing under the covers and warming my cold, crisp sheets by kicking my feet.

Not anymore. Poo on cold weather and poo on snow and sleet and poo on any outside degree under 70.

Here, now that I've poo'd on your good mood, look at Emily. She's cute and pretty and enjoying one of the last warm days of this year.

Taking Inventory

Emily loves Nana's cupboards. I think she enjoys the "freedom" of opening the doors and seeing, touching, counting, and rearranging what she finds inside. At home, she doesn't have access to the kitchen, so this new found freedom has her getting into trouble a lot.


"I just KNOW there's another can of olives in here..."

Counting M&Ms

Emily loves M&Ms. The sign for candy is to point to your cheek with your right hand and make a twisting motion. I guess it's supposed to mimick the drill of the dentist when he is filling cavities. I don't know. Anyway, Emily knows this sign very well. She makes it often and I'm afraid she's going to end up with a hole in her cheek. She's already made her dimple deeper.


So yesterday she made the sign, I gave in, because I wanted some candy, too. We had the M&Ms laid out on the coffee table and I was counting them out for her, one by one. She started counting, too. "Two...two...two...two." She's learning to count! I think she's getting very close to reciting Calculus equations. Surely by next week.


See how cute her mouth is when she counts? "Two...two...two..."
And she obviously doesn't eat the chocolate fast enough because she gets it all over her face!

I'm Back!

Sorry I neglected the blog. I've been up at Mom and Dad's and now I'm back for a few days. I just didn't have time to blog while I was there. So, please allow me to unpack my bags and edit a few photos...

Tell Me What You Think!

I just posted some more photos of Baby H on my photography blog. Please let me know what you think!

Whoever Smelt It...

...dealt it!
In the zone:

Halloween

I don't have very good photos of Emily all dressed up. She wouldn't let me put freckles on her little face and she refused to hold her basket and chicken. But, she had a good time Trunk-or-Treating last night. Emily loved getting candy and seeing all the kids (and grown-ups) all dressed up.

After we got home, she wanted to check out her loot.

She spent the rest of the evening asking for candy and throwing fits because we wouldn't give her any. And yes, I have sampled her candy to make sure it's safe and good enough to eat. I'll probably have to sample some more today. And tomorrow.