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Sunday, January 9, 2011

Dear Emily



Dear Emily,

Today you are seven months old, and you are on the move! Since your last birthday, you have learned to roll your way around a room. Last night we watched as you rolled across the living room until you made it off the rug. Once on the hardwood, you used your arms to push yourself backward until you made your way to the wall. I imagine that I will be writing to you next month to congratulate you on learning to crawl since you are also making great progress pushing up and pulling your knees under you.

Right now, early on a Saturday, I am sitting downstairs enjoying a cup of coffee, but enjoying even more the conversation between you and your daddy that is going on upstairs. You woke, happy and smiling as usual, before I came downstairs. I picked you up, gave you a kiss, and put you in bed with your daddy. You are babbling away, and Daddy is singing and talking right back at you. In the last week, much to my joy and dismay, you have started saying, “dadadada.” Despite me practicing “mamamama” every chance I get, you only “dadadadada” even louder. Daddy loves it.

But, then again, Daddy loves you and Drew so much. I tell him all the time what a great daddy he is. He wakes up early to help feed you. He steps right in to help make a bottle, change a messy diaper, or lend a hand during bath time. When we’re out, he’s the first one to grab the stroller to push you two proudly around. He loves to show you two off. As a stranger said last night, “You have two beautiful babies!” Okay, so your Daddy and I were both just a wee bit proud!

You had a great six month appointment, and once again, you exceeded expectations in the growth department. You weighed in at 18lb, 14 ounces, which put you in the 92 percentile for weight. Your head, home to what I am convinced is one big, busy brain, was in the whopping 97 percentile, while your length trailed slightly in the 60 percentile. You still eat with gusto, and I can’t think of a fruit or veggie you have yet to dislike. I have noticed that you know when you are full, and it’s not uncommon for you to leave a bottle unfinished. However, you know how to let us know when you are done. Recently, after you finished a bottle, which you had held all by yourself, you threw it out the stroller. Guess it’s time we teach you another sign for ALL DONE.

You have two teeth, the second of which seemed to appear overnight, right around Christmas. Along with sprouting teeth, you are finally getting hair. It’s blonde, but in the sunlight, there’s still a touch of red, especially in your eyebrows. Your eyes are a bright blue, and I just love the way they seem to dance when you smile and laugh. You still wake up so happy although, lately, you have fought like a mad dog when it’s time to go to sleep.

The last two months have brought your first big holidays—Thanksgiving and Christmas. We spent Thanksgiving at Great Grandma Nettie’s house. Grandma Vivian, Aunt Windy, and Uncle Tom joined us, and the whole family enjoyed time together and time to love on you and Drew. While we enjoyed turkey and all the fixings, you and Drew dined on sweet potatoes.

As part of our Christmas celebration this year, we hosted a party, and you and Drew showed your holiday spirit by attending as Emily Elf and Santa Bear You didn’t notice that the crowd was a bit smaller than expected due to forecast of snow that didn’t really happen. You smiled and basked in the attention, especially from your three grandmas who were here. Christmas Eve found us at Papa and Grandma’s house, surrounded once again by the love and attention of family. Sitting up with no help, you tore at the paper of your many presents, only really interested in cramming the pieces in your mouth. You got so many presents—a rocking horse, lots of popping, singing, blinking toys, clothes, and books. By the time we made it home, you two were out. We slipped you into your “First Christmas” sleeper and decided to skip Daddy reading “T’was the Night Before Christmas.”

Santa must have been really impressed with how good you are because he went all out. Once again, you and Drew were surrounded by more presents and more wrapping paper than you could chew. The morning seemed just about perfect as we piled you and Drew in the recliner with Daddy so he could read “T’was the Night Before Christmas,” just as he planned to do the night before.

When I was a little girl, we always went to my Grandma Retha’s for Christmas Day. Over the years, the tradition has faded away. This year, I decided to make a point to go over the hills and through the woods—back to Grandma’s house and take my new babies with me. Grandma Retha’s memory may not be what it used to be, but she knew just what to do with two cute, cuddly babies. She held and talked to you both, and I enjoyed the present of seeing her happy for yet another Christmas.

We ended Christmas with an overnight drive to Orlando to begin your first ever trip to Disney. As always, you babies were rock star travelers. You are like, “Have car seat, will travel.” We love it.

Disney was packed. You slept through most character encounters, so I am sorry to say we have no first pictures of you with Snow White. You rode lots of rides, with your first being “It’s a Small World.” You only had one meltdown the entire trip, and that was at Fantasmic . Good thing we had seen the show before. You also gave us a slight scare when you consumed one whole corner of a park map and told us by gagging slightly. Quick-thinking, Aunt Kelly knew just what to do as she used her finger to sweep your mouth clean. Forget trying to figure out Disney animatronics, we want to know how you got the map!

Cousin Tanner had an awesome time, and when we go back when you are older, he will be a great tour guide.

As 2011 began, I made just one real resolution—to be the best mommy I can be. You deserve nothing less.

We love you, Emmy-Bee.

1 comment:

Melissa Allen Brown said...

Love it and you too!

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