Daddy Days

After a two year hiatus, I've decided to bring back the blog.  It's more for me than anything; a way to remember my memories and capture some of the silly little days events that make motherhood what it is...an "abounding adventure".  Hmmm...too cheesy?  Definitely, but I'm keeping it! My cheesy page of memories.

Today, I was putting Emi down for a nap.  I zipped her into her colorful zip-up blanket (the only way to keep her from climbing out of her crib), I read her the standard 3 board books, I got her a doll and paci and was just putting her down when the pointing began.  She's quite the pointer. Unlike her sister, who always found the words to express herself, Emi prefers the non verbal method.  With her little pointer finger out she starts vigorously pointing under the bed, then at herself, then under the bed, then at herself over and over.

I immediately know what she wants.  It's all for the massive teddy bear (definitely a gift from her uncle) that she realized I hid under the bed.  Based on all the fear mongering important articles I've read, children shouldn't be sleeping with large, soft, choking hazard animals in their bed with them. Why then does this little girl think she should get an over-sized bear to sleep with?  Because yesterday was a Daddy Day and Daddy doesn't get to read the numerous Facebook posts meant to scare poor moms into putting their babies into little cribs that are as welcoming as a visit with a tax auditor.  Needless to say, I gave her the huge bear and placed her into her crib.

I always hum when I put her down.  A few weeks ago, she started humming herself.  So I just barely managed to hold her in my arms with her huge teddy bear sandwiched between us, while she hummed my daily, "Da, Da, Dum..."

Really appreciating the baby monitor during this nap...

Hmmm...a little conflicted about the weather.

I got distracted and when I turned around, of course she's climbing up
 something.  Good call losing the boots though.