Hi, this is Emma. I am very old now. I get bigger everyday. I bet it takes a long time to get as old as my Mommy and Daddy.
I go to church every week and now I get to sit up and listen like everyone else.
I like church, but I don't know why I have to wear stockings. They are not my favorite.
I had food for the first time this week. I think they call it rice cereal. Boy, this is good. Why have they been holding out on my all this time. I hope it gets even better than this. I can't wait. When can I try a cookie?
Hey! This is our Christmas tree. I am not real sure why we have a tree in the house and why my parents insist on decorating it, but who can understand adults anyway?
This is my chair. I still have some growing to do to fit in it properly.
Emma's Mommy speaking now : I have been thinking lately (which is always dangerous) and there are a few (yes, I said few) things I don't understand. Maybe some other mothers will agree with me. First of all, why do some baby socks have tread on the bottom. They are not going anywhere, much less even keeping them on. I have a better idea, put tread on the inside of the sock so they can't kick them off. My second question has to do with clothing. Many of Emma's pants and jackets have pockets. Why do babies need pockets. Is it to hide the candy that everyone is always trying to take from them (that saying never made sense either, who gives candy to babies?) ?I find that many of my clothes don't have pockets and I need them, but Emma has them in abundance, maybe she can hold my keys. My last statement will be about baby shoes, again they are not walking. I think they are just to punish the child to make them feel as uncomfortable as we are. They also punish the parent who has to squeeze them on wiggly feet and try to make it home with both shoes still in possession! Just a few thoughts while you are sitting at home with nothing to do but think (ha, ha)! Last I will leave you with a random question that plagues my friend, Norman. Why does Goofy (who is a dog) wear clothes and talk, but Pluto (who is also a dog) wears no clothes, doesn't talk, and has a master? Think about it.
Yes, I am 18 weeks old today. Don't I make a pretty present. My mommy and daddy say that I am their Christmas present. That makes me feel good. But this wrapping thing is going a little bit too far. I am starting to wonder how long they plan on keeping this weekly tag think up. I don't see my mom putting a sign on her shirt that says 1,472 weeks. Grown-ups do some awfully funny things sometimes and then they sit around and laugh at us. If they only knew what we thought of them!
This is me helping my Daddy wrap presents with the kids from his school. They didn't let me help much, but it looked boring anyway. The bows were much more fun!
Everything is not always fun and sometimes I get upset and try to tell my Mommy what I need, but sometimes that doesn't work, so I cry. I have seen adults do this too, so don't judge me. Somehow...even though Jesus was perfect, I don't think Mary had much of a silent night. People just wanted a pretty song to sing. But I bet Jesus had rough nights too.
Hey, we need to talk! I like these pretty clothes. Where did this bow come from? Why doesn't Mommy have one? I like getting a rest from that bib.
But I guess I understand her reasons. All of God's children got to drool a little, some us do it when we are awake.
Yeah, thanks for helping on that spit-up. Much appreciated! I ahve a pretty good Mommy, I really need to let her know more often. This Daddy guy is nice to have around too. Can we play now?
Hey! Hey! I said let's play! Oh, church. O.K. There are lots of fun people there. Then, what are we waiting for? Let's go!
Here's my cute face. The people at church like to see this one. I practice a lot so they don't know that I sometimes like to cry.
OK, thanks for chatting. I have had a wonderful time. Let's do this again sometime! Have a nice day and a wonderful Christmas time!
