Archive for October, 2008

Sittin’ Pretty

Emma decided that yesterday would be the day that she would start sitting up by herself.  I’ve been eagerly awaiting this day.  It’s got to get a little boring lying on your back all the time.  Now she gets a whole new perspective on life, and she gets to do it all by herself.  It’s funny how fast it happened too.  We spent Monday evening with her grandparents and all talked about how close she was.  Yet she kept leaning just a little too much in one direction or another, enough to keep her from staying upright for very long.  Then the next morning, it was as if she said to herself, “Today’s the day.  I’m going to put a little back into it!”  And just like that, she was sittin’ pretty.  Way to go, Punkin!

Half Way There

Emma turned six months old on Thursday.  I can’t believe she’s that old already — as crazy as the past six months have been, they sure have flown by.  I haven’t posted many pictures lately, so here are a few recent shots.

Miss Ann

Today, as I was walking across our front lawn after walking Emma down the street and back, I heard a gruff voice shouting in my direction.  “Hey, bring that baby over here.”  I immediately knew it was coming from our next door neighbor, Miss Ann.  Miss Ann is 95, but acts like she is 75, if that.  She lives alone and manages just fine.  She faithfully takes her own trash out to the curb every week (even though we’ve offered to help).  And during a recent late night power outage, Jacob found her on her front porch surveying the situation.  He asked her if she was OK and if she needed any help, and her response was, “Why would I need any help?”  She’s a fiesty one.

So Emma and I made our way over to her house.  Miss Ann told me in a very matter-of-fact tone of voice that she wanted to hold her.  I didn’t really feel like I had a choice so after Miss Ann took a seat I put Emma on her lap.  I warned her that Em is a real wiggler, and I kept a hand on her back just in case.  But after a few minutes, I had to chuckle to myself.  Emma seemed to hit Miss Ann’s soft spot.  She was cooing at her and talking baby talk.  And my initial concern that she wouldn’t be able to hold her quickly disappeared.  She was perfectly capable.  We visited for about fifteen minutes.  She told me about her four daughters and how one of them slept on a pallet on the floor when she was a baby. She ended up being her easiest child and she attributes it to the fact that she slept on the floor. Miss Ann admonished Emma several times that she should be sleeping better by now.  (I fully agree!).  She has two great-grandchildren that she hasn’t yet met, but they’ll be coming to Little Rock for Christmas.  I think playing with Emma helped hold her over until then.

As Emma and I got up to leave, I told Miss Ann to holler at us again sometime soon.  I suspect she will, too.

Hip Hip Hooray!

Every Tuesday since the beginning of September, Emma and I have been going to a Bible study for moms appropriately called Moms ‘n More.  To say we’ve been “going” may be an exaggeration.  We’ve been sick two of those weeks, and all but one of the others I have spent my time there taking care of Em.  They have childcare, but apparently Emma is not a huge fan of strange women watching her in a room full of crying babies.  Who can really blame her?  Needless to say, I have really worn out the pager they give you when you drop off your kid.  Jacob’s mom (who works at the church where the study is held) even walked up on some women talking about Emma a few weeks ago– and it wasn’t even Tuesday.  She’s really made a name for herself!

I have to admit that I was not really looking forward to going this morning.  In past weeks it has been more of a frustration and headache than a pleasure.  But I decided to give it another go.  And I believe God honored that.  We had a great morning full of firsts.  For the first time, I did not get paged once.  For the first time, Emma took a nap while she was there.  For the first time, I was not greeted by tears when I went to pick her up.

Thanks for that.