And then she threw up

Isn't she cute? I know, I'm biased. I took this earlier today after we came home from church and lunch. I knew a nap was in order for all three of us, so I changed her out of her church dress and put her in comfy clothes...the t-shirt was a gift from Granddaddy and DiDi after their trip to Seattle this summer and the cute shorties were knitted by Lizzie and we inherited them after Timothy outgrew them. They are wool so she just wears them over her diaper. I realized she'll be outgrowing them, too, before we know it, so I grabbed the camera because she was happy and smiling at the fan. And about 2 seconds after I took this photo, she barfed and I had to change her shirt. Oh Emmy.

Fans, oh how Emmy does love fans. She smiles at them and laughs at them. She's been rather fond of lights for a while, but fans are a more recent attraction. She also adores the painting we have over the sofa in the living room that our friend Jocelyn painted for us when we moved in the house. She would stare at it for a long time and now she smiles at it. Too cute.

Charles noted today as we drove up Walton Way after lunch that we had not come that way in a while and that was odd for us! I realize this means nothing to most of you, but this is the route we took to and from the hospital all those months. First, I was driving that way for doctor's appointments twice a week, then Charles was driving that way two or three times a day when I was in the hospital, then one or both of us was back and forth at least twice a day while Emmy was still in the special care nursery. And now here she is, such a big girl!

When we go out people who do not know us will comment on her and ask how old she is and we say "four months" or whatever. Inevitably they then say something to the effect of "oh, she's so tiny I thought she was a month old," etc. etc. But to us, she's huge! And, of course friends and church family who saw her earlier in the summer will see her and comment on how much she's grown! Charles says that she has worked hard for every ounce, every fat roll. He told her yesterday she no longer has calves, she has cows. Haha.

We don't know exactly how big she is. I know you all LOVE statistics and as soon as I find out how much she weighs and how long she is at her next doctor's appointment later this week, I promise to update you. I'm guessing 9 lbs 8 oz and 21 1/2 inches. It's hilarious that I know people how have given birth to babies bigger than that.

P.S. I hope you all enjoyed her awards tonight...she must have decided she needed to stay up and watch the Emmy Awards because for a change getting her down took forever!