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Kid...I love you so much.

That's all. :)

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Not what I meant, but awesome.

Looking in the mirror while cuddling the Emster

Me: Who's that pretty girl in there? Who is she? Who's that pretty girl?
Emily: Mom-ma-mam!

Cool. Thanks, kid. *laughter*

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Grace in the inbetweens: baby kisses

It was about mid-morning and I was laying there on our couch, curled in a fetal position, my stomach one giant nauseous ball of woozy doom. And honestly, in my semi-conscious state, I was just being thankful that Em was more or less playing on her own this morning as sitting upright seemed beyond my physical capabilities.

Sometime in the middle of that haze of yuck, my 10 month old crawled over, pulled herself up, and planted a giant goobery baby kiss right on my face...and then crawled off giggling.

Maybe because I was overtired, or maybe because I was sick, but it's probably just because I'm me, I burst out into tears. Really happy ones.

Grace in the inbetweens. I love it.

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"TIL: Goose edition" or "Parenting tips 298 & 299"

The best part of it being 18 degrees in the middle of "winter" is that Em and I can actually hang outdoors without bundling up. At the park today I learned a couple things.

Parenting tip #298 - Threatening movements with an empty costco stroller makes an excellent aggressive goose defense system.

Parenting tip #299 - Make sure you put the brakes on said empty costco stroller, or you may unexpectedly turn around to find it taking advantage of a gust of wind to careen down the hill in a bid to realize its life long dream of becoming a submarine via part of the nearby storm water collection system.

Now you know.

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You gotta sing when the Spirit says sing. Or not.

*in the middle of a song at church*
Josh: Did you just tell me to shh?
Allie: No... *pause*... *grin*... maybe it was the Holy Spirit.

In other news, I totally get points for giving Josh a bad case of the church giggles.

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Hi Ho, it's lunchtime (and you're probably not gonna die)

My daughter gets cranky when she gets hungry. Thus when you put her in her highchair, despite the fact that this is a consistent precursor to eating EVERY single meal she has, she starts to cry and cry.

Today's song in Allison's litany of Emily tunes, is located in the Christmas section (how festive of me) and sounds remarkably like the chorus of Frosty the Snowman.

Hi ho, it's lunchtime.
Hi ho, it's lunchtime
And you're probably not gonna die
Yeah you'll probably make it through lunchtime
So quit crying with your face.
(repeat)

(c) Allison Belisle 2011

I don't have any verses yet.

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Infinite loop...endless variations...

In the past week Emily has figured out how to crawl...forwards. She had backwards down a couple weeks ago but that was a slow process and didn't require a lot of attention on my part. Now, however, the Little Miss is all about going forward.

And getting into things. All the things she couldn't roll herself to before.

I'm amazed at how much this ups the verbal communication around here. More accurately, I now sound like a computer program stuck in an infinite loop with endless minor variations on a major theme.

That major theme is "Emily, don't..."

And the minor themes are as follows.

bonk your head on: the wall, the floor the couch, the piano
stick your hands in: the cat's water dish, the fireplace, your own puke
grab the: cat, christmas tree, fireplace poker
eat that: paper I dropped, cat food, wood for the fireplace

It never ends. Yesterday at one point I realized I sound like that annoying person on the plane who is always talking to their kid. The only redeeming benefit of which is I'm not on a plane annoying other people.

Still... Emily's crawling (click for video evidence) which is pretty awesome.

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Follow up

Last year I bought Emily's first ornament to put on our family tree. Josh hung it there one night, and I cried while he did it. It seems only right to follow up that immensely sentimental moment with another chapter in the story.

12 months later...

Dream...it has a flavour.

The cat is still way more interesting than a sentimental mommy snapping pictures.

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Momom

The Little Miss has babbled "Mom'om" at me twice today. She has no idea what she's saying but that's twice that I've looked at her, smiled really big, giggled and then cried. In retrospect, that's got to be really confusing to an almost-eight-month-old.

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I gave in.

I have to admit, despite the fact that we have a ton of techtoys for US around the house, we've intentionally avoided buying Em a plethora of electronic toys that beep, sing, babble and otherwise contribute to noise pollution. As much for our own sanity as for Emily's sake. (I am not a huge fan of those toys.) However, as she IS rather enamored with my computer, and I can't blog while she is sitting on my lap bashing the keys... I did cave in and get her own laptop. Sort of. It does all those things that I hate about electronic toys... but the look on her face and the expression of sheer concentration makes it worth it. For about 30 minutes at a time.

Oh the concentration...

Yup, laptops rock.  We know.

I think it just gave her the blue screen of death...