Emmy on the grass

Thinking of G. right now...

One of my online friends was induced yesterday. We haven't heard an update yet, and I find myself consumed with thoughts of her.

You see, the day after Em was born, in Feb 2006, G. lost her son, in utereo. She was 37 weeks pregnant. The same gestation period I was, the day before, when I delivered my daughter.

I remember coming back home after being discharged and typing up a post to let everyone know how we made out and what sex Em was (since it was a surprise). I never checked the board before posting. I was tired, I had only a few moments of computer time before I needed to get my house organized for the baby who had infiltrated it. Had I seen her post...I certainly would have not been so gleeful in my own posting. I left the board in a state of excitement, and returned to find it in a state of mourning.

I was horrified, sad and at a loss for their loss. I couldn't understand how this was fair. They were really good people. They had faith. They inspire people around them to believe. It hit me hard - why did I deserve to be blessed with Emerson, and they had to face burying their firstborn. It wasn't fair. They are far better people than I am.

Even through their heartbreak, their faith never wavered. I faced loss, and as ashamed as I am to write this, I was mad at God. I didn't let it consume me, but yes, there was some anger there. Yet, the loss of their son just seemed to bring them closer to God. I told you they were better than me! lol

They conceived again, and are expecting a little girl. So, if you read this - could you send a little prayer their way?

ETA: She is here safe and sound!!!!!! Woooohooooo!!

It's been 15 months....

When do I get some sleep?

Okay, okay, I know I don't have it rough. Em had a bad night last night (probably those bazillion teeth erupting in her mouth) and was up at 3. And 4. And 6. Pretty much she woke up whenever I finally fell back asleep. Sucks to be me. I even Advil'ed her (that's "I gave her Ibuprofen" not ANVILED which would be child abuse.)

We are still, and I do mean STILL, fighting diaper rash. This has been a stubborn one. By the time this kid is out of diapers, I'm gonna be a rash expert. People from all over the world will call me for advice on treating the rash on their kids bum. People will send money, lots and lots of money, for me to cure their child's rashy nether-regions.

Hey, a girl can dream.

Em's trait as of late is grabbing her foo-foo whenever I take off her diaper. Other Mom's assure me that this is normal and that I need to allow her this time to explore. Okay, I get the whole "Let's-not-make-her-ashamed-to-touch-herself" thing, but hell NO, I am not allowing it when she's got a foo-foo full of poop! She can wait until she's potty trained to 'explore'. 'Cause I don't want my kid eating poop, thank you very much! lol

That's pretty much where we are this week. I have a sneaking suspicion that Em is trying to get rid of one of her naps, but I'm trying to remind her that she is only young once and SLEEP IS GOOD. Mommy likes naps. Mommy likes to nap too some days. Like today, since I got about 2 milliseconds of sleep last night.

Mommy Talk

What was your favorite maternity "could not do without" items?

1. Gold Bond Medicated Anti-Itch Cream (for the Puppp's I got at 22 weeks)

2. A partner who always rubbed my back whenever I whined long enough.

3. Stretch Pants (I think others refer to them as leggings - I just know I lived in them).

4. Tums (for the heartburn I got at 32 weeks till delivery lol)

That's really it. Outside of the heartburn, back pain and Puppp's itching, I had a trouble-free pregnancy with Emmy. I honestly felt like I normally did - outside of the aforementioned troubles and the fact my belly would move on its own! lol

Holy Fit, Batman...

Em just threw a 20 minute fit. It's her first long one, and boy was it pleasant. She had snot bubbles and huge tears. There was screaming and the obligatory falling on the ground and scooting on the butt. She stopped crying every so often to see if I had changed my mind. When she realized I hadn't, back she went.

She's in 'jail' now (aka her playpen) having a little 'Em time'.

What caused the fit? I wouldn't let her take the straw out of the glass she was drinking from. I'm a bad, bad, Mommy.

The joy's of toddlerhood are starting!

ETA: I figured out why my angel is being so miserable. We have her two front teeth coming in, a molar and an inscisor about to cut through AND I noticed two more bottom teeth just cut through. I would be pretty grouchy too!

A Little Mommy Talk #5

Question # 5: Baby Names on your list...What name did you chose, and why?

With Emerson - I had her name picked out from the first trimester. Keith and I spent the day waiting for my C-section trying to pick out boys names just in case. We never came to a decision on a boys name, so it's a good thing Emmy was a girl! LOL

Why Emerson? It's unique for a girl, but not goofy-unique. I loved Ralph Waldo Emerson's writings in college, and I always thought that the name Emerson, would be cool for a first name. Faith was chosen because we had such a long TTC road of over 3 years to be blessed with her. Faith was needed in those times. Faith that we would become parents, faith in ourselves, in our Lord, in our friends and family. It's a beautiful word, faith.

With Maddie, we chose a generic name the first day of my induction. It was a unisex name, but for the life of me, I can't remember what it was. However, when I held Maddie after her birth, her name Madison Kate, just came to me. Madison has no real meaning behind it, however, Kate was after my best friend.

15 Months

Emmy - 24 hours old


Emmy 15 months old. No, I'm not figuring out the hours LMAO

Dear Emerson,

This past month has been a time of immense change for you. Right before your 14 month 'birthday', you took your first few 'official' steps. Now, one month later, you are a walking pro. Well, except for walking in shoes, we are still working on that one. But a soft-soled shoe, you are good to go with. You can stoop to pick something up and get back up without holding on to anything. Mommy caught you walking sideways yesterday and Daddy said you took a few steps backwards today while I was napping.

You are an eating machine some days, and other days, not so much. You LOVE bananas, Yogurt (you call it "got), Nutrigrain bars, veggie burgers, puffs, crackers, waffles and more. You still aren't loving the tomatos or citris fruits (well, your butt doesn't like them as you get HUGE diaper rash). You can be quite picky at times, and I was lucky to get chicken stew as a decoration on my wall yesterday.

You are teething much more these days. You got your first two teeth (bottom center) in November, and then you didn't get any more till this past month. Your top two have been coming in for ages now, and today I noticed a molar and an incisor coming in. Yes, you've been a happy baby. lol

Your language skills are moving along well. Today we added "Dow" (Down) and "Ut" (Out) to your vocabulary. I love that you are communicating more and that we can understand your wants. This should cause much less frustration from here on out. LOL You shake your head "No" like a pro, but you don't actually mean it most of the time. LOL

Tonight, as I gave you your nightly bath, you were talking to the baby in the overflow drain (it reflects your own image). It's SO CUTE. I will have to get it on video.

Emmy, you continue to amaze me daily, and you make me strive to be the best mom I can be to you.

I love you baby girl :-)

Love,
Mommy

I've been downsized.

A month ago, I was Momomomomom.

Now, I am officially "Mum".

I can deal with that! :)

Nothing says "Good Morning" quite like

A diaper blow-out. It's been so long since we had one, I almost forgot what to do. I was walking around in circles, holding Em under the arms (a good distance from me, I might add). It was nasty. It was quite possibly the grossest diaper I've ever changed. I didn't even want to take off the diaper, 'cause what was outside the diaper was enough proof for me that it wasn't pretty.

So, with Keith's help (HA!), I took Em upstairs to bathe her. Keith kindly followed the stench and brought a new diaper for me, then prompty disappeared. Okay, okay, he had to go to work. I guess it's a valid reason.

That was my good morning greeting from my daughter. I hope the day gets better than this!


PS I can't believe I just blogged about poop. I'm one of those Mom's, aren't I?

I swear she said....

Sh*t. Sh*t, my toddler said shi*. I wonder where she picked that sh*t up from? ROFLMAO

Okay, Okay, enough of the bad language! I promise. I feel guilty even putting that up, even though CBC has worse language at primetime!

Em's been saying, "That", "What that" (heavily accented with baby babble - you really have to listen for it) and various forms of "Ut" "At" "Gut" etc for the past few days.

Today, she said "Sh*t" clear as a bell. (

Apparently, the potty-mouthed Mommy is going to stop NOW. Semi-Potty-Mouthed Daddy will too. 'Cause I don't want to be bloggin' about how my kid said "F**K" a week from now.

A Little Mommy Talk

A Little Mommy Talk for Monday, May 14th, 2007



Did you find out the sex of your baby? Why or why not? honest...did you have what you were hoping for?(if you want, you can include ultrasound photos :))





Em's Ultrasound Photo:

In Em's pregnancy, I tried EVERY SINGLE TIME to find out the sex. By the end of my pregnancy, I had 6 opportunities and not ONCE did Emmy show the goods. So, I got to be surprised in the delivery room as I had my C-Section.

I was absolutely delighted to have my little girl. I had wanted a girl, and here she was. I still remember after asking the sex, (the Dr's didn't announce it) and hearing it was a girl, I looked at Keith and said, "We have a little girl. I have a daughter."


I was shocked as I sincerely thought she was a boy. During one ultrasound, the tech said that the baby had it's hand covering the genitals. I figured...boys and their toys! hahaha




Madison's Pregnancy:

I didn't find out with Maddie as the ultrasound that I would have had a chance to see it was also the ultrasound that told me my water had possibly broken early. With all the chaos and confusion, I never even asked for them to try to tell me. It was obvious that there was something wrong from the get-go.



So, I had two surprise genders at delivery (not by choice lol). I think, if I do have a third, I would try to keep it a surprise (on purpose this time! lol) The guessing is so much fun in retrospect, although it was driving me batty with Emmy! lol

Pics of Emmy from Mother's Day

Happy Mother's Day

This day, not without it's deep reflections, is meant to celebrate us, Moms of the World. How lucky we are to have our children, and how blessed I know I feel everytime I look at my daughter's face.

My own relationship with my Mom has never been great. I think she always wanted a version of herself, and I am definitely not that. I haven't heard from my parents since Christmas Day and I have no idea where they are (this is their choice). However, even though our relationship sucks, I find myself missing her today...

On a less serious note, someone should tell Keith that it would be nice for ME to get to sleep in. Em woke up at 2 and at 7...guess who got up both times? Guess who is STILL snoring? (It's almost 9 here).

I won't give him too much crap - it is his only day off of work.

129/85

My blood pressure at 12 PM. Still a little higher than wanted BUT my meds (Atacand) doesn't peak until 3-4 pm. Either way, its still a heck of a lot better than the days of 160+/100+ medicated in pregnancy!

We went for a walk last night with Em through the trails by my house. The 'quick walk' I convinced Keith to take with me turned into an hour-long hike. We got lost in the woods at one point and I was trying to figure out if we were going to have to 'make camp'. lol

My poor thigh muscles were 'pinging' by the time we reached civilization again. Suprisingly, I am feeling pretty spry today.

I am attempting to go for a good walk everyday It helps that I am surrounded by hills so they make you work to get up them. I am also doing some daily exercises in my house (which make Emmy laugh!). My weight is fluctuating badly here and I need to get it under control.

Did you know?

That there is actually more than one verse in "You are my Sunshine"?

Seriously. I wouldn't make this stuff up.

Emmy has been deprived. I only knew one verse - technically the chorus.

See what listening to Children's music will teach ya?

I've got a case of the heebie-jeebies!

Most people would call it classic paranoia. I prefer heebie-jeebies! Sounds much less like I need some medication lol.

It's been with me all day since I woke up - a feeling of impending doom. I can't figure out why I am on edge - but I definitely am. Nervous, jittery (no, I didn't overindulge in the caffineted goodness this morning) and feeling like something, quite possibly bad, is going to happen.

When I was in the shower, I swore I kept hearing random bangs. Now my mind is making it worse!

I didn't wake up depressed or even overly emotional today - it's just a regular old day.

I did eat way too many baby bel's. Maybe overindulgance causes nervousness! lol

I got a beautiful surprise today...

It's probably hard to read on here, but it is a handmade plaque for Maddie. My friend Lisa, a woman I met on my baby board almost 2 years ago made it in memory of Maddie and sent it to me. It arrived this morning and opening it brought the tears a-flowing.

I don't think I've ever been so touched that someone would do something like this for me. Most people in my life have already glossed over Maddie's passing - never mentioning it. Even Keith, on Sunday, when I was a bit down, had to ask why. He soon remembered when I gave him 'the look' and apologized. Sometimes, I feel like I am so alone in my grief, that no one remembers Maddie but me. Lisa proved to me that Maddie exists in other's minds and hearts as well. For that, I am thankful.

This is beginning to irritate me

I have signed into my Blogger account no less than 15 times this morning.
WHY CAN'T IT REMEMBER ME?

I click the little box.
I have not cleared cookies.

I don't know what I have to do to be deemed 'memorable' by Blogger.

Wah!

If the never-ending mail causes Postie's stress...

Then laundry is the SAHM's version of the mail. It.never.ends. There.is.always.more. It's a good thing I don't own a gun and I'm actually a pacifist.

Maybe we'll become a family of nudists? But then what would I wear on my fat days??

My first declaration: I am not the most organized person in the world. I wouldn't even hit the top 1000. It might even be safe to say that I wouldn't be in the top 1,000,000. It's that bad.

It's really funny to me as when I used to bring home a paycheck, I was a very organized worker. It's actually something I am proud of. Can I bring that ability home? Apparently not.

So, a week and a half ago, I went on a laundry obsession. I was going to catch up on the laundry.

10 loads washed, folded and stacked on the pool table. 3 loads actually put away. After this day of laundering until I passed out, I made the solemn vow to keep up on the laundry daily.

So today, a week and a half later, as I plowed threw a week and a half's worth of laundry (I need to work on keeping those solemn vow's), I realized that Keith does not understand my laundry rules.

1. The pool table is for the folding and stacking of clean laundry ONLY. Not when you throw your dirty laundry. The floor works fine for that.

2. Okay, actually #1 is my only rule. If you aren't passionate about something, you don't tend to make a lot of rules for that subject.

Anyhow, since neither of us put away any more of the laundry that I did a week and a half ago, it is now mixed in with Keith's dirty laundry. This is my punishment for being lazy...I know it.

Seriously, does the fun never end?

I keep clicking...

the "remember me" button as I sign into Blogger, yet it never does. I have to sign in everytime. I'm getting a complex here.

A Little Mommy Talk

A Little Mommy Talk Question for May 8th:
How much weight did you gain (w/ picture...are you brave enough:) )
and what did you like MOST about pregnancy?
What did you like the LEAST?

Emerson's Pregnancy: (July 2005-Feb 2006)

Excuse the stretch marks! They were there looooong before I got pregnant. This picture is the last belly shot I took - it was at 35 weeks (2 weeks before delivery).

How much weight did you gain (w/ picture...are you brave enough:) 22 pounds. However, I was significantly overweight to start with! lol

What did you like MOST about pregnancy? I LOVED feeling her move. I have many videos of Emmy moving around in my belly. It used to freak Keith out something fierce! *Think Alien movies lol. I also LOVED feeling free to show my belly off. As a fat woman, I always tried to hide my fat - I embraced my belly while pregnant.

What did you like the LEAST? At 22 weeks, I got PUPPPS, which you can actually see in the picture somewhat (red bumps above the stretch marks). It lasted until delivery at 37 weeks. It was seriously itchy and annoying.

Madison's Pregnancy: (November 2006 - March 2007)

How much weight did you gain? No pictures this time - sorry! lol Even though Maddie's pregnancy was only 1/2 as long as Emerson's, I gained the same if not more weight due to my blood pressure issues. One week I gained 11 lbs! ONE WEEK!

What did you like the MOST about pregnancy: The positive pregnancy test. Seeing Maddie on the u/s at 12 weeks. Feeling the tip-taps and flutters of early movement. Strangely, I also love the fact that I gave birth to her vaginally. Even though she was stillborn, it was such a different birth experience from Emerson's C-Section. In a way, I found it more empowering that my body went through it - if that makes sense! (I'm not dissing C-sections, I actually had planned to have a second C-Section if Maddie had been a term birth).

What did you like least about pregnancy: Leaving L&D ward after Maddie's birth without a baby. Nothing else comes close to that pain for me.

Emmy cracks me up!

Have I mentioned how much I LOVE the stage she is in right now? She's walking, she's learning to talk and picking up on SO much!

Today, as she was playing, she managed to get a hold of the cordless phone. She put it to her ear and said, in her high-pitched voice, "Hiiiii". It was PERFECT! She held it against my head as well, so I could talk. I took the phone away from her (as she enjoys pressing random buttons too much).

A few minutes later, she put an OB tampon container (trial size plastic container) to her ear, leaned over her mirror and said, "Hiiiiiiiii". I don't think I've laughed that hard in a long, long time.

That, of course, occured before she figured out how to climb the change table (see picture - she's standing ON her toy that she pushed over there) and get the box of wipes down. I found her surrounded by wipes she had pulled out. That's TWICE this week she's managed to get them!

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The Worst Day of my Life

I have only briefly mentioned Madison on my 'about me' part. It makes me feel guilty - like by not writing about her, I am not thinking about her. I know its not true - but it still causes my Mommy Guilt to come on full force.

So here, if anyone is reading, is everything there is to know about my Angel baby - Madison Kate.

Keith and I weren't trying for baby #2 by any means. On November 16th, when I saw those two lines show up on the First Response pregnancy test, I was stunned. Hello? Infertility for 3+ years? How could I possibly have an oops baby? Memories of my birthday, our hot tub, and I realized that yes, Jan, there is a Santa Claus. (oops wrong story).

After we were both shell-shocked, either way, we were happy. Em would have a sibling. A baby sister or brother, close to her in age. We could do this.

I had an ultrasound on January 10th and the baby looked great. Heartrate was 170 and looked like a baby - I was expecting it to still be blob-like. I was 11 weeks 4 days. My blood pressure had been giving us some issues and I had some WICKED morning sickness, but other than that, I was happily pregnant.

Fast forward to February. I had been sent to an OBGYN as my doctor didn't know how to treat the blood pressure. I did a huge amount of tests for the next month - blood at least twice a week, urine at the office (I was spilling protein already - +3 and +4), and a 24 hour urine collection. Nothing says fun like collecting your urine for 24 hours. One of my friends wanted to go out that day and I had to say, "I can't, I'm collecting my pee".

The song "I'm too sexy" just went through my head. Funny.

My results come back from my triple screen - baby's risk factor for Down Syndrome is raised to 1 in 62 (normal for my age etc would be 1 in 200). I am scheduled for ultrasound, genetics and an amnio in Vancouver at the end of February. (Vancouver is 800 kilometers away from here). My blood pressure is still high, I'm still spilling protein, and I'm praying for something to go right in this pregnancy.

Then came the worst day of my life so far. The trip to Vancouver.

Unbeknownst to me, my water broke on Feb. 25th as I slept. When I awoke to find wet sheets, I assumed (and I mean I absolutely believed this to be true) that I had peed the bed. I NEVER THOUGHT IT COULD BE MY WATER. Not once. I was 18 weeks, 2 days pregnant, and I figured my bladder got the best of me. Gross? Yes. Dire pregnancy emergency? No. In my defence, my water never broke with Em...I had a scheduled C-Section because she was breech. How was I to know? How I wish it WAS a simple pregnancy-induced incontinence.

Fast-forward to my trip to Vancouver later that day. I flew to Vancouver and went to the BC Women's Hospital for my ultrasound. I knew there was something wrong. The technician was having difficulty obtaining images, although what I saw seemed normal enough. We moved to a different machine, I got to pee twice, and then the hammer fell. Three people came into the room to say there was no amniotic fluid. That's when my heart skipped a whole lot of beats. From my obsessive reading, I KNEW this wasn't good. From the look on the Doctor's face, I KNEW this wasn't good. The Doctor wouldn't tell me anything except that I would see a Perintologist that afternoon to see if it was my water that broke. She didn't need to -my mind

was going to all the dark places.

I was sent upstairs to Genetics. I bawled through the entire meeting. Why were they asking me all these questions about our families? Did they not hear that I have no amniotic fluid? Didn't they know how bad that was? To be honest, I don't remember much of the appointment - just that I was surprised how young they were. One of them did give me a ray of hope by mentioning the AmnioPatch...where they can attempt to repatch the sack. I had assumed by this point that it was hopeless. This gave me hope.

I had lunch. I felt Maddie move. Just little tip-taps in my belly. Tip-tap Mommy, I'm still here. Don't be sad. Tip-Tap-Tip.

I met with the Perintologists, and they did a thorough examination. He took some swabs to check if it was my water that broke and went away for what seemed like forever. When he returned, and told me that it was my water that broke, I felt like the air was just sucked out of the examination room. It's been two months and typing that last sentence still makes me feel like I was punched in the gut.

I lost it. I couldn't get cell service in the hospital, and I needed to speak to Keith. I was alone in Vancouver and I was just told that my baby will die. That my labor needs to be induced. My daughter, Emerson, was at a sitter's for the very first time. In that moment, I have never felt so absolutely powerless, so absolutely, utterly alone.

I went outside to use my cell. There was a man whose wife just delivered their healthy baby girl an hour earlier. He was calling everyone he knew to tell them the happy news. I'm sorry Stranger Man, I thought horrible thoughts about you as I listened to you share your miracle, as I tried to see the numbers on my cell through my tears.

Luckily, Keith answered the phone at work. I couldn't even choke out a proper greeting. I was as close to hysterical as I've ever been. I tried to tell him but I couldn't get the words out. I tried to say something that could make him understand what had happened, and all I could muster was "Bad". I'm sure he couldn't understand what I was talking about, but knew that I was upset obviously.

We had a conversation, but I can't remember what, or if, I even said much. All I remember is I sat on a chair, between two newspaper boxes, and I was trying to calm down but I couldn't breathe. Hello? Hospital people? You may want to check on the hysterical woman about to lose it in front of the hospital. Hey cell phone guy? You must notice my obvious distress. Maybe go get some help? Nope - he's too busy phoning the 15th person since I started my breakdown. Oh, by the way, congrats buddy.

I made it back into the hospital. At some point, Keith and I ended our conversation, but I don't remember when or what was said. I text messaged my sister-in-law, and I called a cab to take me back to the airport to go home.

I broke down probably 1,937,200 more times while waiting for my plane. I cried when I thought about Emerson - and how she wasn't going to have a sibling after all. I cried when I saw a baby. I cried when I felt Maddie move. I cried when she didn't move. I cried in an airport full of people, and not ONE person asked if I was okay. Gotta love human kindness these days.

I made it home and I went straight to the bathroom. I had a bath. You aren't supposed to after your water breaks, but its not like there was a chance I was getting a healthy baby out of this deal.

Keith came upstairs and sat with me as I bathed. I bawled. I screamed at him. I told him horrible things like he had no clue how I was feeling, that he did not hurt like I hurt. All of that pain I felt, I took it out on him. I acted like a complete and utter bitch to him and he took it. He just sat there and took it with tears in his eyes. He got up and he said to me, "I hurt because you hurt."

I spent some time with Em before she went to bed, and I went to bed. I cried myself to sleep. I woke up at 4 am, and I cried again. The skin under my eyes burned from wiping my tears so much. And hey, the fun was just beginning. I still had to deliver! However, I'll leave that story for my next post.

I Spork You

When she's being all cute in the swing (see right), she doesn't look violent. But don't let the smile and lil scrunched up nose fool you - she is more dangerous than she looks.

This morning, she woke up at 5 am. That in itself is painful enough, but she had more in store for me. As I got her to cuddle on me while laying on the couch, she was 'telling me a story'. It went something like this: Ahhh-baaaa-geeeen, Baaaaa-geeen-ooooh, Daaaaaa-baaaaaa-geeeen-ooooh and so on. I'm sure she was telling me about her dreams or of her plans for the day rather than casting a spell on me which is what it sounded like (think chanting). Every so often, she liked to make sure that I was still paying attention (I was awake, honest!) as she would pinch my chest. Owwww! Apparently I need to trim those finger nails again!

Then came the sporking incident. That sounds fairly dirty now that I see it in print. Really, it's not. A spork is her 'baby fork'. It's deep like a spoon, but has the tongs like a fork. Viola! I present the spork.

Anyhow, Emmy found a spork on the floor. After the pinching incident, I decided to put her on the floor so I could nap while she played. She found the spork, and decided to comb my hair with it as I laid on the couch. Awww, how sweet I thought until...

KNOT - Ouch Emmy!

That's my eye socket, not my hair, Emmy.

Please don't hit Mommy over the head with the Spork, Emmy.

Please don't hit Mommy in the face with the Spork, Emmy.

Please don't hit Mommy in the (insert body part here) with the Spork, Emmy.

Daddy, would you please take the Spork away from her? (I can't be the bad guy all the time lol)

I guess if I was up on my cleaning, there wouldn't have been a spork on the floor in the first place. But then I would have missed out on a powerful bonding experience with my daughter. At least, that's what I told Keith when he mentioned that fact.

So, that's my 14 month old love-of-my-life daughter who gets a bit violent with Mommy.

Emmy-ese

At 14 months old, Em has her own language that she is slowly assimilating us into. She's got her regular baby-babble, but there are things that I am sure she is saying and she knows what they mean.

Baff = Bath (She absolutely adores baths and will crawl to the gate to go upstairs once you say this to her)

Dad=Dad (Duhhh)

momomomomomom = Me (I am too important to just have one Mom LOL)

Bayyyyybeeeeee=baby

got=Yogurt (that one is a bit of a stretch, but she says it when she gets her yogurt in the morning)

Ah-Dite-Dite-Dite-Doooooooooooo = I don't know what this actually means, but I'm sure it's not nice as she says it when she's pissed off.

Hi=Hello, good morning to you. LOL (She says this in a really high-pitched voice and you have to say it back, therefore starting the conversation of hi's.

She now shakes her head 'no' (a new thing), can crawl UP a slide (with socks off of course) and wants so badly to use a spoon but her mean Mommy has had one too many spoonfuls of 'got' thrown at her this week. No Spoon For You!

Walking Emmy

Click the link to view... it will take you to photobucket. http://s7.photobucket.com/albums/y283/TempAngel/?action=view&current=WalkingEm.flv

I STILL worry about her hips, even though she is meeting her physical milestones perfectly. Heck, I'll probably worry about her hips until she's in her 20's.