This is Emily, and I want to show you some pitchers of me. I'm havin fun with Mommy, Daddy, and all my family and friends. I didn't like it when the doctor said I needed to get blood tests. I screamed and Mommy held me. She says it took 3 technicians to hold me down, and I was so angry I kicked my shoe across the room. Everybody kept apologizng afterwards, and Mommy just kept holding me. When we left the laboratory and entered the waiting room, two dozen senior citizens were staring at me. Mommy told them the needles didn't hurt THAT much, and they laughed, then said awww, poor, poor baby. That made me feel better.
Afterwards I needed cuddling most of the day, so Mommy gave me plenty of hugs and kisses. And my blood tests came out normal, so I'm ok. Ok, so here are some pitchers of me.
Here's me in my froggie floatie, inspired by my cousin Elizabeth's neat baby boat.
Daddy's lots of fun in the pool. Looks like he forgot to put my bathing suit on. Oh well, that's my swim diaper, so I don't pee in the pool. I wonder if Daddy wears one?
There's nothing like a good rocker.
I'm walking, yes indeed...
Here I am with Gramma Lee, practicing my steps. I also learned to look sideways with my eyes, which makes Mommy laugh. Notice my shirt says "Daddy's Little Girl", 'cause I sure am!
Here Daddy reads "I Spy in the Ocean" to me. I love when he reads to me, he uses funny voices. I love Cousin Kristie's "Jamberry" book, too.That's all. Mommy and I danced around the house today. She's impressed that I like Harry Connick, Jr., 'cause that's how Mommy and Daddy fell in love...over Harry. Um, and I drank some bottles of formula, and the doggie made me laugh. And I pet the cat and played with my toys. And I napped. And I had a diaper blowout that had Mommy blaming the dog until she found out who really made that stinker...heh heh.
Let's see, what else...I crawled into the bathroom, pulled myself up to standing by the bathtub so I could play with my toys. Oh, and I hit my head against a kitchen cabinet while Mommy was making a bottle 'cuz I tried to stand before Mommy could help me. Boy, did I scream, even though it didn't hurt that much. I even held my breath before letting that scream go, and boy did that upset Mommy. Mommy kissed my head and made it all better, then Daddy kissed me again when he came home and heard what happened. And Mia got upset when I cried. And I had another bottle. That's about it. It's a rough life. Goodnight Moon!
Luv,
Emily
