Mommy Kahdib

Hi there Emmie baby,

It feels funny still calling you a baby...you use a spoon and a fork, you run and spin and dance, you make me laugh on a daily basis. I can't believe it has been a year and a half already...part of me wants you to sloooooow down because I want you to be my baby forever but the other part of me is so proud of all that you have accomplished in your short little life.

Something is going on with you in the past week or so...you've been up in the middle of the night--3am, 2am, 5am...and you come to bed with us. It's making me T-I-R-E-D! You had a bit of a fever yesterday--99.6 but you weren't acting off at all. Maybe teeth? But you come to bed with us and put your head on the pillow and you're asleep before I know it...only problem? You and Daddy take up 90% of the bed and I'm kind of big and pregnant on the edge without my pillow...I wonder if you are cold? You won't keep blankets on to save your life so we layer you up in long cotton PJ's and fleece footie PJ's and keep the heat at 68, but your room is the coldest one in the house...it doesn't help that Daddy and I have been staying up late and I'm 6 months pregnant...but phew...I'm tired.

You love love love the snow and Christmas. You talk about the snow and hand me your boots and mittens because you want to go out and build a snowman. You talk about Santa and you're obsessed with the little count down to Christmas thing that Daddy got at Trader Joe's because it has a piece of chocolate a day...I swear you won't eat your lunch because you're too busy talking about chocolate. You say, "Bye, Santa, see you tomorrow...bye chocolate, see you tomorrow," but then you're asking for more not two minutes later. I only let you cheat one day, but I'm tempted to just give you the whole thing so that you can eat them all and you can stop obsessing over it! You also love chocolate cookies and "punnin" (pudding). But on the healthy front your new favorite fruit is pomagranite and it only took you one trip to the grocery store to spot them and ask for them to be put in the cart.

Look mom, I can pick my nose! (She was not happy at the studio for some reason...)

She got better though when the photographer gave me the camera...we were aiming for family shots.

You're getting more cuddly day by day and will often come and give me a big hug and say, "I miss you my mommy," and then go on to play with more toys. It's a sweet little way for you to check in and it melts my heart every time. I can't wait for Christmas because honestly, I'm getting tired of playing with the same toys over and over again...we got you a Little People doll house, a Rody ride-on horse, some nice wooden blocks and some books...I'm also excited to see your face when you see the tree with all of those presents under it! Speaking of the tree...we tried to tell you to, "Just look," which you'll say while putting your hands behind your back, sticking your butt out, and leaning into the tree with your face...but two seconds later you are pulling ornaments off the tree to play with. You make the snowmen do, "Yoga" (meaning they stand on their heads, you put Pooh bear in the little people car, you tuck piglet under your blankets..but out poor tree is bear from your height down and it looks a little silly!

You do it, mom -- I think one of your favorite phrases!

You keep things in your memory for amazing amounts of time...you saw your auntie Emily the other day and exclaimed, "PIZZA," because the last time you saw her (two weeks before) she came home from work with pizza to share with you. But get this, we hadn't been to the post office since our trip to Hampton when you were 13 months old...well...we pulled up to it just this past week and you said, "Bears, mommy, bears..." how did you remember that just from looking at the building? They sell little bears in the post office that have little shirts and things on them...when we got inside your face lit up and you said, "Bears, mommy, bears!"

You love to cook in your kitchen and bring me food that you have made...you love crayons and markers and pens. You are scared of monsters and I'm not sure why or where you heard it from (Caillou, I think...stupid little bald boy on PBS) and you really, really, really like youtube.com and are currently obsessed with Frosty the Snowman--thankfully that is when I can check email, read OD, and edit some pictures in the bottom half of the screen while you watch...although heaven forbid my screen overlaps yours in the slightest, you'll sit bolt upright and look at me and say, "Sorry, mommy, sorry...." until I close the window and you can see Frosty again. You also like the Hakunah Matata song from the Lion kind and the trailer of the movie Dinosaur. You love the camera, still, and now will pick up blocks and put them to your nose and say, "Smmmmiile," in this adorably high-pitched voice...the same voice you use to talk to the tiny blueberries in the container...you say, "Look at this little baby one," all squeaky and such. You love to swing things on your finger and apparently you think that the chain saw that they used to trim the trunk of grammy and papa's Christmas tree was a hair dryer...see why I laugh?

Keep on learning and growing little one, it's too fun to watch even though I do wish I could freeze time with you and cuddle in bed and get kisses on the lips and hugs around the neck from here to eternity!!

Love you!

Mommy