Ten Months Old

Today, The Girl is ten months old. I simply can't believe it. Last night as I was going to sleep, I cried to myself, wondering, "am I getting all of this??" Am I not worrying about the non-critical things so that I can catch all of the precious things Emmy is doing that will never happen again? I hate to admit it, but I am missing so many moments--just slow down! One of these days, Emmy won't sit on our bed and then fall backwards and just crumble into laughter. Or she won't still be sleeping in our bed and curl up under her daddy's armpit (God only knows why in the world she would want to be there) or we won't have to keep dragging her back down because she has srunched up again to the headboard. I am always getting songs stuck in my head and lately, that Stevie Wonder song, "Isn't She Lovely" keeps ringing so true. Or I will sing "Every Little Thing She Does is Magic" to Emmy sometimes and she looks at me as if I am insane!

You might have noticed that I haven't put many pictures in here lately. Apparently, Emmy has learned she wants the camera. So while trying to get pics of her in front or near the tree, we got a lot of this before we finally had success. And then, I guess the tree limb must have tickled her because she is making the goofiest face.

Every day, Emmy looks more and more like her Daddy. She has the sweetest laugh in the world and gets into the habit of saying one word over and over. One day it will be "mamamamamamam" and then "dadadadadadadada" and then "mimimimimimimi" (her babysitter). She has started actually giving hugs now. I love, love, love, love her tiny arms wrapped around me in the sweetest hug that ever was.

Now, if I can only get her to enjoy wearing tights and taking baths...