Motherhood

Baby Emma | Twelve Months

Well let me tell you something, folks. 
We have descended into anarchy. Let me demonstrate.

She has decided that staying still is for wussies. Did someone sneak no-doze into her bottle? Tell me who did it!! 

Yesterday, the little lady turned one year old. Hold me. I am at a loss for words to describe what I am feeling now. Elation? Melancholy? Heart burn? Something or other I suppose. 

We enjoyed the birthday party. And by we, I am not including Emma on that list because I'm pretty sure she thought her cake was made out of spiders. And fire. We will try again next year!

So twelve months. ONE YEAR. 365 days!

This past month has been really special. She learned to say "dog" and gives the sweetest hugs on planet earth. I am fairly certain she is picking up on all sorts of language. She makes the mouth movements and various consonant-vowel combos and I can tell she wants to get in on the conversation. 

Emma is also sporting two teeth. That's right folks, I am fairly certain I will not have to make her tiny baby dentures. Although I considered it. Let me see those grills.

I was debating whether or not to throw in all my thoughts on this whole motherhood business thus far, but I think that's going to need a post of its own. Brain dump coming at choo.

She's playing the look anywhere but the camera game. So sly. The slyest.

Emma finally discovered the joy that is cartoons. I let her watch a little Daniel Tiger on Netflix on a particularly tough teething all-nighter and now she's hooked. Although I am convinced that I am going to stay true to my guns and not let her actually play with my phone. Stay strong Samantha. *eye twitch*

We have also switched to purely comfort nursing and she is well on her way to self-weaning. I am not quite sure how I feel about it. I'll keep you posted. We are also going to switch her to whole milk and add in a lot more healthy fats and protein. Sorry Emma, no more doughnuts for you (mom, I am kidding). Doc's orders!

She is also beginning to make many more connections. She tries to put socks on her feet. She tries to throw a ball. She tries to hold phone shaped objects to her ears. She also shakes her fist at bad San Francisco drivers when we are cut off. Like father, like daughter. 

I am sure I have a zillion more things to say, but on to photos!

This has been an incredible year of updates. Be sure to check out all of her updates from her first eleven months. I will be sure to keep you posted on all of the goings on 'round these parts. 

Thank you for sharing this year with us. Emma says, "ba ba da na ma ma doh da"! I think that means, thank you kindly. 

 

The great(ish) escape

Back in the day, call it 10 months ago, our little gremlin used to be non-mobile and just lay there and kick, kick, kick, kick, repeat. Ah, those were the days. Now little miss moves-a-lot has decided that she will no longer be content in her living room prison and must, MUST, be out in the real world (aka, the rest of the tiny, one-bedroom apartment). Up until now, we have managed to corral her in her perma-jail with a combo of ottoman and couch blockage and an attractive corner of toys on the opposite side of said jail cell. But we are mere millimeters away from her great escape. She can just heave her drumstick of a leg atop the barricade and almost pull herself up, up, and away. 

And now I'm going to need a baby leash. I'm looking at you Amazon prime. 

 

Schrödinger's baby

You may have heard of the thought experiment called Schrödinger's cat. It addresses the paradox of quantum superposition (Google it, ya'll). But what Mr./Dr./My man Schrödinger failed to mention is - have box, will attract baby

Emma's toy and frivolity corner is where the magic happens. Clearly. So feast your eyes on the magic above brought to you by the foolish keeper mom who believes that children actually want to play with their toys.

"Oh you so silly, ma." - Emma 

Apparently toys are for eating, for stepping on, for sitting among, for squirreling under the couch, for covering in bananas, and for throwing into parking lots at unsuspecting pigeons. But playing? Nahhhhhh. 

Have box, will attract baby.