Mom, Mom, Mom, Momma, Momma, Mommy, Mommy....Dadda?

I'm sure I don't say it nearly enough but, there is no greater joy in this world than watching Emily Grace and her mother interact. Doesn't matter if it's bath time or changing a diaper; mealtime or reading a book; just the way Marcy talks to and loves Emily Grace is a sight to behold. It almost makes up for the non-stop stream of requests from Emily Grace for her mother. Second on the list of requested items from Emily Grace is pizza. Emily and I went out to dinner the other night and when the waitress came to take our drink order, Emily looked her right in the eye and said, plain as day "I want pizza!" Fortunately, the waitress was out of ear shot when Emily Grace followed up her initial request with an order for a short beer (Budweiser, for Grandma). That's my girl....

Love,
Dad

That's no way to talk to a baby

Emily Grace's Aunt Amy dropped by for a visit yesterday. All I could hear from the backyard where I was working was mom and Amy yelling "Sit! Sit!" over and over again. I kept thinking "That's a strange way to talk to a baby." then I saw Amy's dog Buddha. Naming a dog Buddha is right up there with calling it Jesus Christ, but Amy's from Alabama where apparently everything is called Jesus Christ.

Love,
Dad

Never too early to start...

At 19 months, there is no way I should have to be spelling words to keep Emily Grace from repeating them, but that's not how life works. Only once, maybe twice have I slipped with the word "stupid" in front of the baby. Not, %#@#(&^% or @!$&*^$*%$ or even !*&$%#%, just stupid. But no sooner did the word escape my mouth (in reference to our cat who is stupid) did the little voice from the back seat begin practicing her new word. Emily Grace can't do the "st" sound but even without the "t" there was no doubt about what was being said. And why, oh why, did I have to have a beautiful witness to my little transgression? Thank God mom's very forgiving.....

Love,
Dad