Did you know we like to torture babies?

So, it seems that Charles and I are quite the baby torturers. Here are all the really mean things that we do to Emmy...

1. We wipe her face off after she's been eating. AND HER HANDS TOO. Oh the torture!
2. We make her sit down in the bathtub. SO mean.
3. Heaven forbid we make her change her diaper or her clothes. Instead of making her lay down on the changing table (and not stand) we've decided the bed is a better choice for diaper changes these days.
4. We don't let her play with the computer. This elicits ear-piercing shrieks
5. We don't let her play with the outlets.
6. Sometimes we have to close the door when we let Rags out. We're not air conditioning the neighborhood here, child.
7. We don't let her have every balloon she sees (or everything she thinks is a balloon...including the big red balls in front of Target). Usually these are shrieks of joy, but occasionally when we turn away from said balloon or balloon type object the shrieks of joy turn to shrieks of anger because she cannot see it anymore.
8. We try to keep her from playing in Rags' food or water. She almost managed to get that piece of dog food in her mouth the other day...
9. I take my wallet away from her. She will spend 20-30 minutes pulling everything out of my wallet and have a blast, but sometimes it's just not convenient for her to dig through my wallet or purse. Mean Mommy!

See what horrible baby torturers we are? There are lots more things we do to torture her, but these are the main ones that come to mind right now.

Happy 35th Anniversary to my Mom and Dad! It's also our friends Eric and Erin's anniversary today, happy 7th guys! And, today is the Army's Birthday and Flag Day, so fly your flags proudly!

Also, we're thrilled that Charles' mom is doing well after her 2nd knee replacement last week. Three new knees in 6 months between the two of them, they are going to be the bionic couple soon! Charles is in Rome right now spending sometime with them, so Emmy and are having quality time for a couple of days. It's VBS at church this week, so we're spending our evenings there while I help with the middle school/"tweens" and Emmy plays in the nursery.

More pictures and videos to come soon, I promise!

It's time to baby proof

No, Emmy isn't crawling yet. Don't worry, we'll be sure to let you know. As a side note, she is scooting around to reach toys, etc. A couple of weeks ago she heard Charles come in and she scooted herself around to see him and scooted forward a few inches. It was the first time we'd really seen her make a significant and deliberate move towards someone/something so suddenly and it was adorable!

Anyways, it is obviously time to start thinking more the direction of baby proofing so we're prepared. I'm pretty sure her crawling is going to throw us for a major loop. Yesterday morning while I was taking a shower, I realized that suddenly she was very quiet. I usually put her on the floor in the bathroom when I'm getting showered and ready in the mornings and she has a few toys and books to play with and sometime she'll get on her tummy and pull on the tub mat and play with it. But, usually she's babbling, or if she's tired crying, so when I realized I hadn't heard her for a second I opened the door a few inches to take a peek. And, there she sat, with the cabinet door open under the sink. WHAT? How did she do that? So I abandoned my plans to shave my legs and hopped on out of the shower. She couldn't reach anything in the cabinet yet and the most dangerous thing under there is probably Windex, but I didn't want to run the risk.

Then while I was putting on lotion, etc. (e.g. primping) she managed to open the drawer where we keep medicines. Great!! I can see that "no-no" is going to be a frequently used word in our house before long.

So this weekend it's definitely time to take the cabinet locks, outlet covers, etc. out of the closet and start getting his house ready for a baby on the move. Oh my gosh, she's going to become a toddler sooner than later. I'm unbelievably not ready for that. Where is my baby going?

I don't have any new fun pictures to put up, so here's another one of her Mohawk. Don't you just want to eat those cheeks?


10 years ago today Charles and I were on our way home from his fraternity formal. It was our first "date" of sorts, only I thought we were "just friends". Well, now look at us!