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| Emma, one year old! |
Oh, my sweet baby Emma. I suppose she is officially a toddler now and I will proceed to mourn the passing of the baby days. Emma has received the memo that she is no longer a baby. She took her first steps the week before her birthday and since that moment she has only gotten steadier and faster on her feet.
Her favorite songs are "Itsy Bitsy Spider" and "Dem Bones". My little girl born so close to Halloween has a fascination and love for skeletons. When she turns 16, goes Goth, and dyes her hair black I will have this time to reference to and realize that I saw it coming all along. As long as she keeps her grades up, follows house rules and stays sweet I will let it slide. It is in writing, please remind me when I freak out over it all.
Emma is my mischievous child, she cannot stand to see a full basket, drawer or hamper. She empties them like it is her job. She scatters the contents quickly and efficiently. I keep modeling the putting of objects back in, but she scampers away to complete her next emptying task. In order to come into my home you must be adept at sidestepping plastic cookie cutters, bottle lids and measuring cups because she scatters them all over the kitchen floor.
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| Birthday cupcake! |
With this milestone birthday, Emma has decided that she will be sweet and affectionate. She now leans in for kisses instead of strong arming you in the cheek when you pucker up in her direction. She will lay her head down on my shoulder while I am rocking her. I am soaking it up. She has even let Daddy rock her to sleep twice since her birthday. She may be manipulating us, but we are eating it with a spoon and I will take those sweet kisses and that heavy sweet head on my shoulder any time, any day.
She has this one bad habit that freezes me and makes me unable to function. It is her scream/squeal that would shatter glass if we didn't have double paned storm windows. It is deafening and I am concerned about her hearing with the frequency, tone and volume that she produces. It does not matter if she is happy, sad, frustrated or mad, she screams no matter what. When she has your attention you usually get a wide smile or clearer communication as to why she needs you. We have been trained to respond, don't judge until you hear it. You would do anything to avoid the sound too. I am hopeful that her octave indicates a future as a soprano to rival Mariah Carey or Whitney Houston. I can dream right, my ear drums have paid their dues.
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| 6 months old here, looking so innocent! |
Emma is in the transition from baby to big girl. She is independent minded, but still has the fluffy pudginess of babyhood. She is signing up a storm and will even put two together in a "sentence". She knows more, milk, please, diaper and eat. Genius, I know. She babbles constantly until she is quiet and disappears and we play the game of "Where's Emma?". It is fun, you usually find her hightailing it into the closest bathroom to empty the toilet paper roll and if you are a few seconds behind her she has eaten a square and shredded another. Paper is Emma's favorite food group, I have been fishing paper towels, wipes and toilet paper out of her cheeks for several months. She gets one bite of paper to consume, see above mentioned "scream/squeal". It is fiber.
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| Sand...another favorite. |
A timeline of Emma. My heart hurts looking at how much she has grown. Infancy is so fleeting. Her sweet cheeks are my favorite and those marshmallow rolls are just delicious.
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| Newborn |
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| 3 months |
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| 6 months |
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| 9 months |
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| One year old! |
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