Long time...

Some friends of mine have actually said they were wondering what happened to me since I haven't posted in a while. Even my mom asked yesterday, "you haven't put up any new photos, have you?" Been a little busy. Let's leave it at that!



So, what I thought I would do, is post my "Emmy's Nine Month" letter so that one day she can look back and see what I was thinking (even if these thoughts are incoherent) at this point in her life. And so...



Dear Emmy,
You're already nine months. The same time it took for you to grow in my tummy, you have now been out in the world. You're 9 months of life has gone by so fast, and yet, that 9 months being pregnant, took SO LONG!

You're not crawling...yet. But, I think I am okay with that because I don't feel like childproofing the house. Ugh, too much work! I probably won't say that when the red glass vase shatters against the tile in front of the fireplace....I know, I know, Daddy and I will get to it very soon.


Ah, but YOU, you're as beautiful as ever and I think your eyes will stay that gorgeous gray-brown. I thought you lost them during your 7-8 months of life; you're eyes looked brown all the time! But, oh, no. They're breathtaking.


You have become quite energetic....peering every which way and trying to go in the way those eyes look. You may not crawl, but you lunge forward to check out anything and everything! We've started a game where every teeny thing you find on the carpet or couch, you pick it up, hand to me and I say a very enthusiastic, "Thank you!" It doesn't get old for you!!! Will you be my little clean freak? Momma was like that when she was just a little bit older than you. Maybe I should say, Momma was crazy perfectionistic rather than clean freak. However, some people would like to call that OCD. I'll pray you are none of the above....but I will pray you always try your best and hardest!


You are eating A LOT right now. I definitely have to say that Cain trait lives on in you. And you are so open to trying anything, and everything, anytime. Lord has blessed me with that. Or it could have just been I ate whatever I wanted when you were in the womb. Sorry, I wasn't going to stop having hot salsa just on account of you! You have formula most feedings, I wanted to nurse you longer, but working full time took that out of the picture. I'm okay with that now (only after a slight meltdown!), I wanted so badly to nurse you until you were one. But I know I did the best I could do--you'll still grow up to be beautiful, smart and healthy.


You say Mama. And Da. You've not said Ee-Nee very much anymore. But, maybe you are working on his actual name or the word "dog." We'll see. I love that you wave all the time-at anyone as well. I say "hi" (you wave). I say "bye" (you wave). And everyone thinks you are just so cute and sweet and happy and lovable. Seeing you grow makes my heart soar.


I love you Emmy, and I know that you love me. You tell me with your eyes. Then with your wide-open, wet mouth you decide to try to give kisses (though you don't know that's what they are). One day when you're screaming your fervent dislike of my decision, I will remember those eyes and how much they look at me and say you love me. There's nothing like it. And in that moment when my heart weighs a thousand pounds because I wish you would understand the decisions momma's have to make, I will wish I didn't wipe away that wet slobbery kiss when you were a baby.

love, your momma