Another thing that 10 months has brought us is some sleep! Well, from Emerson's point of view anyway. She's finally starting to sleep through the night. Last night was the 3rd night in a row. Of course, nothing EVER comes for free. Just ask Greyden, who suddenly needs to be rocked to sleep every night. And when you lay him in bed, unless he's asleep and doesn't wake up, you might as well count on hysterical screaming for an hour. He's gotten himself so worked up that he's even thrown up for the last two nights straight. (Note to self: make sure to refer to it as "throwing up" and not "puking" in front of Grey. Listening to your 2.5 year old yelling "I PUKED! I PUKED!" is a little.....odd.) Oh, and let's not forget about the hysterical screaming session in the middle of the night every night, just for good measure. If you ask my mom, she'll tell you that he takes after his mommy. Apparently I used to do the same thing, including making myself throw up. (I say apparently because the only witnesses are my mom and Grandma Omi and we all know what Drama Queens they are. Bless their hearts.) I'll just smile and nod in agreement.
Ever since we've moved Grey to his Big Boy Bed (which has pretty much turned into everything BUT a "Big Boy" bed) we've had an early morning wake up call every. Single. Morning. As much as I love summer, the fact that the sun comes up at 5:30 isn't working for me anymore. I used to love waking up slowly to the sunrise, now when the sun comes up, Grey is up. This means that every morning we wake up to "The sun is awake Daddy!" Although this morning was "I need a new dump truck." Ooookay..... Oh, and random funny - we took Grey to the Brighton Memorial Day parade on Monday. That night he must have been having a dream about the fire trucks because in the middle of the night he yelled out "I didn't get to sit in the fire truck!"
|Grey and his fire truck|
|At the Memorial Day parade|
Luckily Emerson is also at the stage where everything that happens gets a round of applause. All you have to do is say "Yay!" and she's shrieking and clapping for you. This is good, because with all that has been going on between her getting into all the trouble she can manage and her brother milking his Toddler Card for all it's worth, any and all encouragement Daddy and I can get is much appreciated. :) Lately she's either clapping for you or waving and telling you hi which is another new trick. Except she waves and says "Haiiiiiiiiii" She's apparently very Southern.
Speaking of shrieking, the girl has a killer set of lungs on her. When you put her in her chair for dinner, she screams at the top of her lungs until you put her food in front of her. I'm not talking like the cute little baby shrieks, I'm talking a 10 second, ear-piercing, top of her lungs ANGRY SCREAM that makes your ears tingle. And she does it over and over until her mouth is full. (No comments about taking after mom from the peanut gallery, please.)
Since she's on the go so much, I didn't get any really good pictures from her 10 month shoot. It's hard to take a picture when you're literally chasing a crawler around on your hands and knees.
|This is from her 6 month pictures. She's such a big girl now! (This must have been taken right after Mommy gave her bangs a haircut. I guess I shouldn't make that mistake again...)|
|He sure looks cute and harmless. Just don't try to put him to bed.|
|Helping with Sissy's bottle|
|"Helping" Emerson use her walker. This was about 10 seconds before shooting her across the driveway.|
|Driving Daddy's Jeep|
|Her first pony tail!|
If you listen closely, it sounds like she does a fake burp at the end. :)