Mommy Kahdib

**It is past midnight and TYPOS are plentiful...I think I need to hire an editor, seriously.

Hi Stinker!

Stinker is a term of endearment around here, Emmie...that's right, because it means you've pooed! Poo is a wonderful thing. You don't seem to think so, though. You go days between so that I'm constantly one of those parents that holds you high up in the air and sticks my nose in your butt after the tiniest grunt because I think, miracle of miracles, you may have gone #2...usually I am wrong and my nose is greeted with the lovely smell of diaper. Sometimes, like today, though, I am greeted with a diaper so full it is bursting at the seams, blasting out the top, back and sides...that's what happens when you wait days, honey, it builds up and we make a mess...No, no, you say, That's what happens when MOMMIES give BABIES prunes!! (I was worried, ok!? LOL)

Ok, enough about poop, this is supposed to be a letter to you. It is a busy time in our life, but as the world turns you just keep learning and learning. This month is the home of the much anticipated belly laugh. I had you cracking up one morning when I got out of the shower...and not, not at the sight of a naked mommy, but at the sight of a naked mommy playing peek-a-boo!! Your daddy then learned that the more he scared you and made you jump the funnier you thought it all was...too cute. He's yell boo, you'd jump and look scared out of your mind, and then let out a huge laugh. You've also discovered the wonder that are your hands...and that they will do things for you. It is one of my favorite things to play with you. I put something in front of your face, see the recognition that you want it, wait for you to send the signal to the hands, then you reach for it and we wait for the "close fist" signal and then it goes....you guessed it, right to your mouth. You taste everything. Carpet, my fingers, your fingers, my arm, your toes, the couch, your blankets...if you can get your mouth on it, you taste it.

Speaking of taste, you like eating. You've had a varied list of veggies, cereals and fruits and while at first you looked at me like I was crazy, now you shake your little arms in the air with your mouth wide open waiting for the next bite! The list is this...we started with rice cereal, moved on to sweet potatoes, then had apples, pears, prunes, avocado, banana, oatmeal and you love water from the end of a straw. I'm hoping you're not as picky as your daddy!

Today was a busy day...so busy my eyes are closing as I try to write this. We went to an open call a while back for a modeling agency and they accepted you, my sweet bug, and your daddy and I decided you love to have your picture taken and we love to do anything that has to do with photography so we accepted on your behalf and you are technically a model--although it is not ok to brag--and today you had two interviews for print work for a national baby company! One interview, or "Go-see" as they call them in the modeling world, was in this little basement studio on Newbury St. in Boston, and the other was in this AMAZING studio in Shrewsbury--both photogs loved you and think you landed the job with your killer smile...lol...their words, not mine (although I do agree, but you're mine, I have to!)

What else is new with you...it feels like everything and nothing because the months all blur together and I can remember looking down at my big round belly bouncing away with you in there

...and now you're here sitting all grown up like, putting your own soothie in your mouth, rolling over (but only when the spirit moves you and you're really bored), squealing and shrieking and talking to inanimate objects and loving it and still smiling. Some people ask if you're "always this happy" and chicken, for some reason, you are! You pull yourself up and sit yourself down when holding just my fingers, you stand propped on something, and you love blowing air through your pursed lips...maybe you'll whistle young--lol. In my mind, you are perfect. I can't wait to see what is in store for us next month...pictures are going to have to come later (the ones in here are old)--I haven't even had a second to set up the flash.

Ok, chicken, you're asleep in my bed and I'm pooped...I'm going to go crawl into bed next to you and cuddle your sweet little body and kiss your innocent little face before I drift off...tomorrow we go to our second to last Itsy Bitsy Yoga class!

I love you baby girl!
Mommy