Watch Me Grow - 11 months

At 11 months Emma has begun to gain some independence. She is now mobile in every way. She rolls, she crawls, she scoots, she walks. She is pretty fascinated by pretty much everything that we consider off limits for babies. (i.e. television buttons, remote controls, pantry, dog dish, electrical outlets, toilets, etc.) Though it is cute to watch her as she has one hand on the TV while the other points and says, "no,no, no," we're ready to move on. She loves when we say no to her. She thinks it is the funniest thing ever, and it usually prompts her to repeat whatever behavior we are trying correct. Ah, the joys of parenthood. Here she is in all her 11 month old glory...

We love you baby girl!

Look out! Here he comes!

Cody decided this morning that he was ready to ride his bike with no training wheels. Jay quickly took them off and the boys headed out to "practice." Emma and I walked out to the street about 5 seconds behind them and this is what we saw...

Seriously, on the very first try he totally rode by himself. I guess when he said he was ready, he really knew what he was talking about. (Like his sister, he also enjoyed all the clapping.)

Look out! Here she comes!

Emma got her first set of wheels today. She is SO happy to be becoming more and more mobile and independent. (Plus, she loves all the clapping.)

1st Annual Easter Weekend Campout

Well the campout was a huge success! I know, shocking. Emma was super well behaved and slept peacefully in the tent. Cody had a blast running around with all the other kiddos. I survived the dirt and even learned to not hate camping. The only glitch...on the very last day Jay woke up with THE WORST stomach flu I've ever known him to have. Overall is was great fun for everyone and it looks like there may just be a 2nd Annual Easter Weekend Campout in our future.

on second thought...

When my friend Suzanne invited us to camping in Santa Cruz way back in January, I enthusiastically agreed. Now as the day draws near and I begin to pack and mentally prepare for camping with a 10 1/2 month old and a sissy who hates dirt (that'd be me) I'm beginning to have second thoughts and to pray for torrential rain. Is that bad?