I'm inside in what I like to call "Emma's Prison" and she's going through her toys and gets one of her books. She sets it on the ground, opens her book, and starts saying gibberish as she turns the page.
The way she climbs over me or Kevin to get on the couch in order to escape from her prison.
Her hair/bangs are super long and covers her eyes, so every morning when I come in her room and say "good morning, Emma!" she raises her head all the way up to be able to see me through all that hair.
The way our house gets super quiet whenever she gets a hold of my cellphone and then tries to smile at me when I catch her with it.
How the word "Dexter" is becoming her second word. Don't ask, I'm quite heartbroken about it. #howaboutMama
"De..tahhh". That's how she says it. The most cutest thing ever. #okayimnotthatmadaboutit
She inhales her Cheerios.
Actually, she inhales any type of food we give her. There hasn't been one food that she has rejected. When we first started with solids (at 6 months), she didn't like the Gerber string beans, but she just ate one as a whole the other day when I steamed some veggies for her.
She crinkles her nose when she is super happy (this happens mostly during dinnertime).
Dexter is always by her side during dinnertime and bath-time. He is warming up to her and that melts my heart.
The way she recognizes and loves on all her immediate family: Nana, Abu, Grandma, Papa Paco, Grandpa, Auntie Steph, Tio Tono, and Tia Daniela. She gives you all the same shy smile.
How I can say "Where's Koopa and Lucky?" and she looks outside the window.
She loves watching people, especially other babies during mass and as long as I bring her cheerios to snack on and a good book, she's happy.
Also, before we enter church, I whisper to her, "Emma, we're about to enter God's house, it's time to be very quiet, shhhhh" and she tries to mimic my "shhhh".
The way she climbed the stairs at her grandparent's house three times. I want to say it was a record time for a baby.
Whenever she is about to go poop, she goes to a corner in her prison and then I ask her as I'm grunting, "Emma, are you pooping?" and she will grunt back at me and her face turns bright red. LOLs.
This Saturday, our baby will turn 11 months. I'm currently in the process of planning her FIRST birthday. Where has the time gone?!
Don't mind the pasta on her tooth. She's a happy girl when she has her food in front of her.
Sweet Dreams, World. Spread kindness.
With love,
Ale
