I have to say... I love this age in "baby-land" but I wish I could pay someone to follow me around the house and baby-proof things as we find the weak-points in our ever-changing fortress of Emme-protection. She is such a riot! And she finds every speck of anything to put in her mouth to eat...and she likes to lick the door-jams...and lie in my arms before her nap while wielding a wooden spoon she waves around furiously in helicopter fashion until sleep begins to overpower her and her arm slowly runs out of gas {or whatever it is helicopters run on}. Emme's lips are in never-ending 'raspberry-mode' and her legs are always on the go. She is a dare-devil in true-form as Dan tosses her high in the air and catches her repeatedly or while I hold her upside down by her ankles, swinging her back and forth as she laughs hysterically. That's my little Emerson Marie. Already dreaming big!
