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Wednesday, May 29, 2013
Wednesday, May 1, 2013
Eight Months, Baby
Emmy is eight months old today.
That's right. Eight months.
And I called him "Emmy"...he has a lot of nicknames: Em, EmJ, Emmy, Emmers, EmEm, Little Brother.
He is a pretty cool baby.
Lovey and cuddly.
Silly.
He crawls now. And is all over the place. Into everything. It is a good thing our house is pretty empty of everything. Although he does love cords of all kinds: cell phone, cable, blind. It's awesome trying to remember how to baby-proof.
He also talks. Ok, jabbers. Yells. Growls. He is a monster baby. It's funny.
Just for fun and to tease us he will throw in words:
Da: Dad
Ma: Mom
Braaar: Brother
Buh: Buddy
siiiy: silly
More: Give me what you are eating
Hiiiiiii: Look at me
He is not much for using Baby Signs. He occasionally will use the sign for "all done".
He will play peek-a-boo and the "how big is Emerson...Soooooooo big" game.
He loves to be outside. I think the wind is his favorite thing. If he can't be outside he is happy to look out the window.
He likes "school." He has been going to the Mom's Morning Out program (at the school I taught at last year) for two days a week since March. He really likes his teachers and Jeff gets some extra hang out time in the mornings.
He is pretty happy most of the time. Anytime he is mad or cries he is soothed by a good snuggle.
Em is a lot of work--babies just are a lot of work, though. And it's good work. The best kind. The happiest and most smiley kind. It is awesome to see him play and figure things out and watch him think. It makes up for his late hours and midnight snacking. It makes up for the puking (although that is much more under control). It makes up for the shanky finger nails and sharp baby teeth.
That's right. Eight months.
And I called him "Emmy"...he has a lot of nicknames: Em, EmJ, Emmy, Emmers, EmEm, Little Brother.
He is a pretty cool baby.
Lovey and cuddly.
Silly.
He crawls now. And is all over the place. Into everything. It is a good thing our house is pretty empty of everything. Although he does love cords of all kinds: cell phone, cable, blind. It's awesome trying to remember how to baby-proof.
He also talks. Ok, jabbers. Yells. Growls. He is a monster baby. It's funny.
Just for fun and to tease us he will throw in words:
Da: Dad
Ma: Mom
Braaar: Brother
Buh: Buddy
siiiy: silly
More: Give me what you are eating
Hiiiiiii: Look at me
He is not much for using Baby Signs. He occasionally will use the sign for "all done".
He will play peek-a-boo and the "how big is Emerson...Soooooooo big" game.
He loves to be outside. I think the wind is his favorite thing. If he can't be outside he is happy to look out the window.
He likes "school." He has been going to the Mom's Morning Out program (at the school I taught at last year) for two days a week since March. He really likes his teachers and Jeff gets some extra hang out time in the mornings.
He is pretty happy most of the time. Anytime he is mad or cries he is soothed by a good snuggle.
Em is a lot of work--babies just are a lot of work, though. And it's good work. The best kind. The happiest and most smiley kind. It is awesome to see him play and figure things out and watch him think. It makes up for his late hours and midnight snacking. It makes up for the puking (although that is much more under control). It makes up for the shanky finger nails and sharp baby teeth.
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