So I should have posted this a few days ago, but honestly, Emma’s 10-month mark came up on me quick. Maybe it’s denial…my baby is NOT inching closer to that 1-year mark!
Well, of course she is, and she is letting me know every day as she progresses at the speed of light. The latest: Tooth number 3 is here and number 4 has been painfully peeking through these last few days. And, no, they’re not the front two top teeth, they are her top eye teeth. Crazy, eh? I really shouldn’t be so surprised. We do things EMMA’s way, ‘member?
She also has decided to start walking. Well, sort of. She is now taking at least 5 or 6 steps alone and will walk (very) short distances all by herself. I feel pretty confident that she’ll be good at this walking thing in a matter of weeks, so stay tuned. AND PRAY. I can barely keep up with her now.
A few stories to bring you into our busy little life…
1. Emma is crazy about cabinets, so I loaded one of them with tupperware so she could get her fix. Safe, right? Not when your little scavenger manages to find and take apart the food processor you have never used, locate its blade, pull it out, and hand it to you as if saying, “Mom, I really shouldn’t be holding this thing that will chop my tongue in half. Here you go.” ‘Nuf said.
2. Ever the explorer, keeping Emma contained is pretty difficult. But I needed to get work done the other day, so I brought her Pack-n-Play into our extremely small office where she could safely play no more than 2 inches away from me. She usually hates playing in this little cage, but this time, it seemed to work. As I typed away with my back to her, she was quiet and appeared happy. That is until I hear the choking going on behind me. And there I see what was making her so happy — the plant she somehow reached and decided to eat, leaf by leaf. I managed to retrieve the leaf in her mouth and the five others that were now decorating the floor of the Pack-n-Play, but I guess I’ll never know if she actually swallowed any death greens. I’m sure her diaper will let me know the answer to that one.
So, no, I won’t be winning any Mother of the Year awards anytime soon. And I can’t even imagine what will happen when walking becomes second nature. She’s already managed to get two small bumps on her head from trying to perfect her new skills. Do they make foam body suits for busy little girls? If you know of any, please let me know. I’ll take two!