Easter

We just had our first Easter, and it snowed! We had fun though. Grampa and Nana Jo were here last week and they brought an Easter basket with more "big girl" clothes in it from Nana Jo & Aunt Meaghan. Then we went with them to the mall to see the Easter Bunny.

Then on Sunday Emily got all dressed up in a pretty new white dress, and we took her to our church in its new location, in a big new building (well, the building itself isn't new, but it's the new church.) She got to go to the nursery and play with a bunch of nice ladies and other babies. It was really neat & we can't wait to go back again!

Dancing Bears

Emily's little bed has a teddy bear mobile that hangs over it, and when I put her on the changing platform to change her diaper, I've started winding it up and letting it play for her. She thinks those bears are the coolest thing ever!

What's funny is that the mobile plays "Rockabye Baby", and I find myself singing along in my head - but I always sing the wrong words! I'm such a nerd, the words that first come to my mind are the ones from Through The Looking Glass:

Hushabye Lady in Alice's lap
Till the feast's ready, we've time for a nap
When the feast's over, we'll go to the ball
Red Queen, and White Queen, and Alice, and all!

Actually, I kinda like those words better...they're definitely more relaxing than a rhyme about falling out of a tree!

Visit with Mamaw

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We went to Midland yesterday to see my grandmother (Mamaw) and Aunt Ruby & Uncle Jim, since none of them had had a chance to meet Emily yet.

Mamaw's husband was my Granddad. Unfortunately he never did get to meet Emily; he died just a few hours after she was born. That's where Emily got her middle name, Laverne - Granddad's name was LaVern.

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We had a good visit. Everybody loved Emily, of course, and she got a lot of presents - "big girl" clothes! (size 3-6 months.) Everybody took turns lovin' on her and taking pictures, and after we visited for awhile, Mamaw gave her a bottle. Then, while we were getting ready to take some more pictures, Mamaw laid her down on the dining table, and she seemed to think that was pretty neat!

All in all, it was a fun day - and by the time we got home, Emily was one worn-out little girlie!

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P.S. Today is Aunt Meaghan's birthday - Happy Birthday, Aunt Meaghan!!

Music Lesson

I got to listen to a really good piece of music today - a song Mom really likes, called "In The Hall Of The Mountain King."

We're trying to get into a routine. After my daddy goes to work in the morning, I'm usually wide awake, so I sit with Mom while she eats breakfast & plays on the computer a little bit. After a while I get bored with that, so we go back to the bedroom & I get my second breakfast. (Mom & Dad say I eat like a hobbit - whatever that is.) Then Mama plays with me! I get to go on my tummy on the bed. Everything looks very different when you're on your tummy. I can hold up my head and lift myself up partway with one arm, and Mama says that's real good, but I keep trying to do more and I just can't quite manage it...so I get frustrated sometimes.

After lunchtime, I'm usually sleepy again, so Mom lets me lie in her big bed with her, and we watch TV until we fall asleep. After our nap, Mama changes the TV to play music. Sometimes we listen to silly songs that make my mom laugh and bob her head up & down, and she dances me around the room. Sometimes it's a bunch of girl singers with guitars & Mom sings the songs to me. Today it was classical. The Mountain King song was neat, & we also heard a pretty song by somebody called James Galway. Mama said it was "Annie's Song" and she hummed along in my ear. I liked it, it was pretty - but Mom said we better not let Daddy catch us listening to that. She says he doesn't like John Denver. I don't know who that is... but I wonder what he ever did to my daddy?

Bathtime!

Four Generations

My mom, me, Emily, and my grandmother, at the baby shower that was given for us on Emily's 2-week birthday.

Four Generations

My mom, me, Emily, and my grandmother,
at the baby shower that was given for us on Emily's 2-week birthday.

One Week

Okay, this baby stuff is hard!

All that time I was inside, I just did whatever, and it worked great. Now they have this thing about "changing my diaper" which I find absolutely ridiculous, and very traumatic. It's cold out here - and even though they at least have the consideration to put clothes on me so I can be warm, they feel the need to strip me naked at least once a day! And when they don't take all my clothes off, they undress me halfway, bare my bottom, and rub cold wet wipes on it!! I keep yelling at Mom to stop doing that, but she just acts like it's all normal. I don't ever see anyone doing anything like that to her...

I do get to eat whenever I want now, instead of just when Mom is hungry...but afterwards - sometimes even during - they take my food away and hit me on the back! I haven't figured this out at all; it's bad enough that the bottles make me have to burp...why do they have to beat me up??

And apparently there's some big deal about something called a "birthday." We stayed up kinda late last night - well, Mom and Dad did; I was asleep, when all of a sudden Mama lifted me up in the air and said "Happy Birthday!!" and kissed me on the face. Don't get me wrong, I like being cuddled by my Mom...but I'd had a rough day, and I was asleep and she woke me up!

So I spit up on her.

One Week

Okay, this baby stuff is hard!

All that time I was inside, I just did whatever, and it worked great. Now they have this thing about "changing my diaper" which I find absolutely ridiculous, and very traumatic. It's cold out here - and even though they at least have the consideration to put clothes on me so I can be warm, they feel the need to strip me naked at least once a day! And when they don't take all my clothes off, they undress me halfway, bare my bottom, and rub cold wet wipes on it!! I keep yelling at Mom to stop doing that, but she just acts like it's all normal. I don't ever see anyone doing anything like that to her...

I do get to eat whenever I want now, instead of just when Mom is hungry...but afterwards - sometimes even during - they take my food away and hit me on the back! I haven't figured this out at all; it's bad enough that the bottles make me have to burp...why do they have to beat me up??

And apparently there's some big deal about something called a "birthday." We stayed up kinda late last night - well, Mom and Dad did; I was asleep, when all of a sudden Mama lifted me up in the air and said "Happy Birthday!!" and kissed me on the face. Don't get me wrong, I like being cuddled by my Mom...but I'd had a rough day, and I was asleep and she woke me up!

So I spit up on her.