Turning 1....

i'm going to come back to this post with lots of tales and many more photos, but here's one from my birthday!! (remember to check back often!)

as promised, i am coming back to this post, but mostly with photos, and not so much tales. i turned one. it was fun. i didn't have my cake until the next day because i was so tired that i wasn't even tempted to try it. but when i did try it--WOW!  let's just say I.LOVE.CAKE. here i am updating this on august 24, and i have yet to have cake again, but rumor has it that i've another birthday coming in just TEN MONTHS! woo-hoo! then i can have cake again.

crossing guard

as you can see, i take my job on the neighborhood traffic patrol very seriously. you can find me outside my house telling people to "SLOW DOWN!" and " GET OFF YOUR PHONE!"

these are just two of my signature looks.

I got this "Peek-a-boo" thing down!

Where's Emma? Where's Emma??


















THERE SHE IS!!!

caps for sale! (updated)

(originally published 4/08/12)

i think hats are dreadful. my mum keeps trying to get me to wear hats. she says that i really need to wear hats to protect my skin and my eyes. sometimes if i'm out in the sun for a bit and my mum puts a hat on me, i'll keep it on. but if she puts a hat on me when i'm inside, i pull that thing right off! hats inside? what's the purpose in being uncomfortable unnecessarily?! this is not to say that i'm always agreeable when it comes to wearing a hat outside, either, but i'm definitely more likely to keep a hat on if it is actually serving a purpose. PLEASE NOTE: my mum keeps me bathed in 50 SPF sunscreen, so please don't worry over my skin just yet. it's OK to worry over my eyes, but my parents are hopeful that i'll be able to regularly wear hats and/or sunglasses soon. if not, then daily-wear UV contact lenses are on my birthday wish-list.

i'll be adding old and new photos of myself in hats, so return often. i keep hearing about this book "caps for sale" that my mum knew as a child. she says she recalls quite vividly the colors of the illustrations. i really should find my local library and see if they have a copy. MAYBE THEY HAVE A STORY-TIME LIKE MY MOM USED TO GO TO AT THE BEXLEY LIBRARY!!!!

UPDATE:

Memorial Day

I know that I am meant to spend the day reflecting on all of the veterans of American wars, and I'm definitely doing that. But I gotta be honest: I'm thinking mostly of my Uncle John, my mom's sister's husband, who is a JAG serving right now in Afghanistan. Much love to my Uncle John for choosing to serve his country, and to my Aunt Sissy for being a wonderful military wife, which my mom says takes a lot of love & patience. xxxoo

Go JAG! (is that even a thing to say?)

Teething sucks

Which is probably why we're not meant to remember it. Which begs the question of why I feel the need to blog about & therefore memorialize this horrid experience? So, I guess I won't go on. Bye for now.

I'm in training....

Mommy says that Aunt Rachel will know what game I'm in training for. Do you? (Hint: "Come on down!")