**Update to yesterday's blog about transitioning from my immobile baby to an active one**
* I can no longer eat in peace. I tried to take a bite of fruit salad in the fridge yesterday while holding Emersyn and she literally almost shred my shirt to pieces, trying to claw at me to get to the fruit salad. If we are eating now, Emersyn smacks her lips and gives us a pitiful "I'm starving" look. If we eat dinner past her dinner time, I have to make sure to give her something to suffice while we are eating. I now carry Cheerios' with me constantly, dare I am out and need to stop for a bite to eat. On Friday I went to Costco with Ems and decided to treat her to an ice cream with Mommy. (I totally did not whisper in her ear...."just remember who gets you ice cream treats at Costco....MOMMY, not Daddy....say Mama....."...hee hee, okay, maybe I did) Anyways, we sat at the food court, Emersyn in the cart and each time I took a bite, my mild mannered child threw a FIT. The people nearby were cracking up. I would go to get some ice cream on the spoon and look over at Emersyn, her mouth as wide open as it could possibly get. She was leaning, desperately straining to get closer to the ice cream. When the bite would go in my mouth and not hers, it wasn't pretty. She would scream and then totally get over it once the spoon went back into the ice cream, mouth wide open again in hopes of a bite. She is a nut and I adore her.
* I am learning (the hard way) to keep things out of her reach. I sat her on the counter with me the other day, while I was mixing her baby food. My hand was on her the entire time ( I could hear my mother gasping in horror at the thought of Emersyn on the counter alone). Anyways, I moved everything from her reach thinking I was safe. Within nano seconds, she turned around, found a leaf from a flower plant that had been scooted away, and grabbed it, knocking the entire thing over, sending water cascading everywhere. Oh dear. This is just one of many incidents.