Have I mentioned Emory likes to climb?

Last night Bradley was using a step ladder to change a light bulb in Emory's ceiling fan. When he finished I was in her closet putting up clothes and she was I thought playing in her room. When Bradley walked back into her room this is how he found her. She had climbed the step ladder all by herself. Luckily Bradley got to her before she hurt herself. I still can't believe that she managed to climb the ladder in about 30 seconds.

This is how he found her. I think she was quite proud of herself.

After we got her down she decided to go up again.

Climbing

and climbing

and at the top!

9 Month Check-up & OH MY

On Monday Emory had her 9 month check-up which included a flu shot and blood work. Poor baby, but she was a little trooper though and never shed a tear. She weighed 16 pounds 12.5 ounces (14th percentile) and was 27 inches long (23rd percentile, I think). I usually take a picture of Emory lying on her back after the appointment, because I know her weight and height, but this time she was NOT having it.

October 20, 2009
16 lbs 12.5 ounces
27 inches

So here she is sitting on the fireplace holding her pumpkin. Did I mention she loves to climb and sit on things. She thinks she's a little monkey!

The below pictures are out of order so bare with me. Like I said before, Emory loves to climb especially into her toy basket. This was last night before bed.

Now what does a VERY VERY sleeping baby with a running nose who does not feel good and is possibly teething do when she is told NO?

She bites her mommy! There is this little space in between the wall and the end table in our living room that Emory thinks is the funnest and coolest place to sit. She also likes playing with the lamp cord that is plugged into the wall. So last night when she was going for the cord, with an I know I am not suppose to be doing this look on her face, I picked her up and told her No. Emory usually shows us her dislike for "no" by crying a little or giving us an I'm not happy look, but last night she got mad and through a temper tantrum.

A Pumpkin for our Pumpkin

On Saturday Bradley and I took Emory to the pumpkin patch to pick out her first pumpkin. I think she was a little overwhelmed at first, but then she really seemed to enjoy herself.

hmm, what are all these?

Checking everything out

Oh wow, look at all the pumpkins!

Bradley and Emory

I love this one!

This is the pumpkin that Emory "picked" out

I love pumpkins!

9 Months Old

Yesterday Emory turned 9 months old. When I was pregnant 9 months felt like an eternity, but the past 9 months have sailed by very quickly and we will be celebrating Emory’s first birthday before I know it. Here is an update on what Emory is doing at 9 months.

She is still wearing size 3-6 months (we have gotten our money’s worth on those clothes); her winter 6-9 months clothes are big, but she has worn those a few times when it was chilly outside.

She is now wearing a size 3 diaper

She can say dada or daa (daddy) and doog (dog). She says what sounds like other words, but those two we know for sure what she is saying.

She loves to eat with her hands and is starting to want to hold the spoon herself, which makes for quite a mess.

She has tried the following “people” foods: avocados, bread, cheese, tomatoes, carrots, pancakes, and hash browns. She liked them all.

She pulls up on everything, can climb the stairs, and is walking while holding on to something. She is ALWAYS on the move.

She has figured out how to take down her mobile in her crib, so we had to remove it.

She loves to take a bath, but her new favorite thing to do during bath time is push down on the side of her duck tub and make the water go out, so we will probably be taking a bath in just the bath tub soon.

She has explored every room in the house and will crawl into different rooms when she feels like it.

She still does not like riding in her car seat (I hope this phase is ending soon).

She loves to play and give kisses and hugs. Her kisses and hugs are the best!

On the move!

Look Mom, one hand.

She climbs everything, including her toys!

Love the hands! She is holding a golf ball.... golf anyone?

October 15, 2009- 9 Months old

The bruise on her cheek and forehead are from an "I can stand all by myself accident" and an "I can walk really fast accident" from earlier in the week.

This is Emory throwing a fit because I took the camera away from her.

She got it down off the end table.

Telling me hi this morning!

Emory's First Fair

Last week Emory attended her first fair. She learned about cows, pigs, chicken, and goats, which she called “doogs," and rode her first merry-go-round. Since Bradley is an Ag Teacher and over the FFA he pretty much is MIA during the fair, so in order for Emory and I to see him we attended just about every day. Emory loved the animals, watching the people, and riding the merry-go-round. She rode it two times and probably would have ridden it more if the weather would have been better. She instinctively knew to put her hands on the pole and hold on. She was too cute! Despite the yucky weather I think Emory really loved the fair!!

This was just after the ride was over.

Round and round she goes!

Waiting for the ride to start!

All dressed up in her overalls and boots.

Too cute!

Emory loves to sit on this container. She thinks she is hot stuff when she sits on it! She's a mess! She is in her John Deere gear for the fair.

Looking for the doogs. She now says doog (aka dog)!

Go Douglass FFA!

Temper Temper

In the last week or so Emory has started to despise riding in her car seat. As soon as I put her in she starts fussing and squirming trying to get out, but after a few minutes she usually settles down. That is until yesterday when she decided to have the biggest temper tantrum to date. She screamed all the way from daycare, threw every single one of her toys down, and proceeded to kick and hit her car seat. Then in the middle of her fit she pulled the sun/rain visor part of her car seat down and kicked that some more. I tried everything I could do while driving to calm her; played her CDs, talked to her, sang a song, but nothing worked. She was mad and wanted out. The funny thing is as soon as I pulled into the garage and turned off the car it was over. Screaming… done, Tears… done, Kicking….done. I of course had to take a picture to document Emory’s first major temper tantrum!

When I opened the door this is how I found her. She had a beet red face and a few tears, but was all smiles. She knew she was about to get out.

This was her telling me enough pictures already, I want out!

The Many Faces of Emory Eating

Below are some of the many faces Emory makes when eating her snacks. Usually during snack time Emory talks to herself, me, her sippy cup, or whoever will listen. She is so funny when she carries on that I can't help but laugh!