Just Powers

Emma is two years old today. I could go on and on about how fast the time has gone and how I can’t believe what a big girl she is and how it seems like just yesterday that we were bringing her home from the hospital and wondering what the heck we were going to do with her. I won’t waste your time with such silliness though, because no doubt you have your own “gosh how the time has flown” experiences so you know exactly what I mean.

So let me just move right into what Emma is up to these days. Since I haven’t written her updates for the last four months I am going to try to do a quick recap of previous months, partly for you, but mostly to help me remember these months when she is off at college and I am sitting at home sobbing into my tea over how fast my baby grew up.

20 months: July
This month was pretty low key, in preparation for the big adventure of San Francisco happening at the end of the month. She started doing this thing this month where she lowered her head and looked at her hands when someone she didn’t know looked at her or was introduced to her. If the person persisted long enough they could usually get her to smile and look up. I can’t figure out if she is actually really shy (which would not be unlike one of her parents) or if she tends more towards the dramatic (which would be just like the other parent) or maybe it is a combination of the two.

21 months: August
This month was filled with more travel - to Bethany Beach with Grammy and Grampy and then to Burlington, Vermont to visit Kate, Jack and Jim. In Bethany she helped us build a sand dolphin and rode on her first carnival rides at Funland. In Burlington she went to the Champlain Valley Fair, played with Jack in a big box of corn (think sand box, only with corn, completely ingenious really) and visited the Ben and Jerry’s factory. At the Champlain Valley Fair, we visited the petting zoo, something I thought she would love. She was, in fact, terrified, and couldn’t get out of the building fast enough. When we visited the animals outside she was fine, her terror seemed triggered only by being inside with the animals - a reaction she also had a few weeks earlier at the elephant house during a visit to the zoo. Made me wonder if she might have just a touch of claustrophobia to contend with as she gets older.

22 months: September
I remember going to the pediatrician at Emma’s 18 month check up and asking him if I should be concerned that, with the exception of a couple of words, she really wasn’t doing much talking. He told me that everything was probably fine, but that if we got to about 22 months and I still had concerns, that I should give him a call. Last month, as her language failed to appear, I started gearing myself up to call him. This month, almost overnight, and right on cue, Emma started talking. A lot. Word after word after word. She couldn’t get enough and she got almost all of her new words right on the first try.

After all the travel of the last month and a cold, she did have a little setback with her sleep this month. She cried bitterly every time we tried to leave her and in an attempt to help her re-learn how to put herself to sleep, I spent weeks staying with her until she fell asleep, then I would sneak out of the room. One night I finally came to my senses and decided that we just were going to have to let her cry for a couple of nights. We did, and she did, and three nights later she was back to falling asleep peacefully on her own.

This was also the month that Emma started sleeping in a big girl bed. We moved the bed into her room when we found out we were going to need the spare room for the baby, but didn’t know if she would be ready to move into it before the baby came. On a whim one day we asked her if she wanted to take a nap in the big girl bed and she said yes. That night we asked if she wanted to sleep in the bed or her crib and she chose the bed. She never looked back and the next weekend we took the crib down and took it out of her room. (And no, her sleep disturbances were not a result of the switch to the big-girl bed, they started weeks before she decided to sleep in it. If anything, switching to the big bed helped her settle back into a routine.)

23 months: October
This month, to our amazement, Emma’s words turned into sentences. I think the first one was “I want pancakes” around the middle of the month. She continued to sleep like a champ and if it is even possible her cute factor went up by about, oh, a ZILLION.

We made our second annual trip to Homestead Farms to pick pumpkins with Aunt Jocelyn this month and later in the month Emma got a special weekend visit from Grammy and Grampy. We were pretty low key for Halloween - no trick-or-treating really, just handing out candy at the door - although Emma spent the entire month singing “Hush Hush” and dancing around in her Horse costume.

24 months: November
The 24th month of Emma’s life will always be the one that started with the election of Barack Obama as the 44th President of the United States. Emma went to the polls with us on voting day and when she and I pressed the touchscreen button for Obama together, I cried. Her “I Voted!” sticker is still stuck on the wall in her room.

Words words words. She is talking so much now that it is hard to even remember a time when she wasn’t. Most of her words are pretty easy to understand, although interestingly when a word isn’t 100% clear, it is usually daddy who gets it first, not me. She narrates constantly - “Emma mommy daddy eat waffles” - and has started having conversations with her stuffed animals every morning when she wakes up. I have to tell you, listening her chatting to “fuzzy bear” first thing in the morning is a completely delightful way to wake up.

Both Mike and I were both born with ankyloglossia. While you are trying to figure out how to pronounce that, I will quickly explain that this is just a minor condition that limits the movement of the tongue. The frenulum (the little membrane that connects the tongue to the floor of the mouth) is a little too long or thick or something and it keeps the tongue from moving as effectively as it needs to for things like talking. The only treatment is to clip that pesky frenulum to give it a little more movement (although clipping it is a lot less common now than it was when I was little). My frenulum was clipped when I was about two, so I have never had an issue with it really. Mike’s frenulum was not clipped and when he was learning to talk he pronounced all of his “L’s” and “R’s” as “Y” (now the only issue he has with it is the inability to stick his tongue out at me when I piss him off).

Maybe you can tell where all this is going? Yep, Emma predictably was born with ankyloglossia just like both of her parents. She can’t stick her tongue out at us when she gets mad and she can’t pronounce “L’s” and “R’s”. Her attempts result in some of my favorite words from her - room becomes yoom, leg becomes yeg, love becomes yuv and rumpus becomes yumpus. Cutest thing evah.

Everything these days is “SELF!” (as in “I will do it MYSELF mother. HANDS OFF.”) and she has discovered the joy of playing with baby dolls. She wraps up her stuffed animals in kitchen towels and lays them very gently in a box she has found somewhere and then she runs to get her blankie from her bedroom so she can tuck them in. I am pretty sure the baby doll obsession sprang from watching other little girls do it at day care and not from the impending birth of her baby brother, something she still hasn’t really seemed to be able to wrap her head around. Of course, I haven’t really wrapped my head around it either, come to think of it.

There is so much more to share, but it would be nice for you to be finished reading this post before Emma turns three, so I will try my best to end here. Suffice to say we are delighted daily at our little girl - I don’t think either one of us thought we would so thoroughly enjoy her toddlerhood. She is the light of our life and makes us smile constantly.

Happy Birthday sweetheart.

I have something that I need help with. I don’t understand how you can meet someone once or twice, have a conversation with them, and then see them later in passing and they don’t seem to have any idea who you are. I’m not saying they have to remember names or even details, but isn’t it reasonable to expect that a person might remember meeting in the first place?

There are two moms I see in passing at our local park. In the last year I have met each of them and had in-depth conversations with them both about issues we have in common. Not just “Oh we both have kids” conversations, but very specific conversations about pretty unique connections.

I have seen both of those moms recently in settings outside of the park, and neither had any idea who I was. Now, to be fair, I couldn’t remember their names off the top of my head, but I KNEW them. I knew that we talked at least once, I knew their faces, I knew where I met them and I remember what we talked about. I feel like it is a pretty universal experience that when you see an acquaintance you make eye contact, you might nod or smile, or even, call me crazy, say hi. There was no such experience with either woman, which left me completely baffled.

Am I expecting too much to think that people might remember

something

about meeting me? Are there people in the world who are so busy and whose lives are so important that they can’t possibly be expected to remember random people they meet once or twice? Are these just people who don’t remember certain experiences the way I do, or is there something about me in particular that makes me less memorable?

Both experiences made me feel a little like I did in high school when I was largely anonymous, when I would watch the cool kids from afar, knowing their names and what clubs they were in, and knowing they had no idea what my name was, let alone my interests or activities.

I get that people are busy, especially parents of young kids, and that any details that don’t contribute to the everyday functioning of the household are often cast aside and easily forgotten. But I still have this vague feeling that both of these women could have at least pretended they remembered me - surely something in the back of their head knew that I wasn’t a complete stranger?

When “event days” happen in our life, I always feel like I need to make sure to take plenty of pictures and remember the day for the future. I figure I will probably look back in 20 years and want to remember “Labor Day Weekend 2008″ or “Halloween 2010″. What did we wear, how did we feel, what a great time we had…

Today is a gray fall day in DC. We went to our local diner for breakfast this morning with my best friend from high school and her family (in town for a high school reunion I avoided…), then our two families wandered lazily around downtown Silver Spring, enjoying the last day of this season’s farmer’s market and looking at construction equipment at the site of a new ice skating rink.

We got home and settled down for lunch. Around that time it started raining, so we knew our plans to take Emma to the Takoma Park Halloween parade weren’t going to happen. I put on some James Taylor and Mike put some tomato soup on the stove and we sat down to eat.

At some point during lunch, with a long unplanned afternoon before us, rain pounding on the roof, James Taylor in the background and Emma laughing at daddy making funny faces at her, I had the feeling that I wanted to freeze the moment in time. There had been nothing particularly remarkable about our day, and it certainly wasn’t going to be marked on the calendar or show up in an annual photo album. But something about the moment felt safe and comfortable and reflective of our life on those non-”event” days.

I filled up with emotion and got all teary (which happens almost daily recently - not sure if it is the possibility of an Obama Presidency or the hormones related to pregnancy - or maybe both?) and tried to imprint the moment in my brain so that I would one day be able to remember a random day in October when just living became an event of it’s own.

I know I won’t have much trouble recalling Christmases and birthdays in years to come, but I hope I am able to equally remember little moments like today. Moments of our everyday that reflect the essence of our family, our love for each other and our life together.

When you’re 22-months old, the two greatest things in the world are trains (”choo choo”) and merry-go-rounds (”why-oh-why”). If you say “choo choo” and “why-oh-why” over and over again, it sounds a little like the lyrics to a Kajagoogoo song. And then that song becomes another one of the greatest things in the world.

(As an added bonus, Emma is wearing her new horsey Halloween costume she just got from her friend EJ.)

Hi.

I’m back. Not that I expect you to really care, since I have neglected you for so long. But nevertheless, here I am. And if any of you are still there, hi.

I would like to say that I have been doing something worthwhile since I have been gone. Something like working on the Obama campaign in Ohio, or helping victims of Hurricane Ike in Texas, or doing research on Sarah Palin in Alaska (um, yeah - WTF?), or working with Chris Dodd on the bailout plan. But alas I have not been doing any of these things.

I have mostly been sleeping, and yelling at Mike, throwing up occasionally, and feeling sick constantly. Yep. I’m pregnant. Which would be great news - really, IS great news - except for the fact that I am probably the most miserable pregnant person I know. Which is where I am now. Miserable. Sick. I am twelve weeks now, due at the beginning of April, to which you will respond - Great! The bad part is almost over! - except not so much. With Emma my miserableness lasted until around 18 weeks, so you could have six more weeks of my moaning before I start being able to marvel in the miracle. (So sorry Mike).

There is so much to catch up on - I know I owe a 20-month update on Emma (which is sitting in my draft folder right now) and a 21-month update (which I have not started, and probably never will) not to mention updates on what she is doing NOW.

The biggest thing is happening that she is talking up a storm. When we had our 18-month checkup and she really was not talking much, at all, the doctor said not to worry, but to call if we felt concerned at around 21-months. Well, pretty much ON her 21-month birthday, Emma started talking - repeating words we said to her and saying some that we had no recollection of ever teaching her in the first place. I know a lot of parents who kept track of their kids first words, and what words they knew at particular points in time, but honestly she learned so many words so quickly that I can’t even keep track anymore. I know at 19-months she was saying “bohbee” for bunny (although I think we figured out later she was actually saying “baby” which makes a little more sense) and “down rain” and “sorry”, but there wasn’t much more language until the last few weeks when she just became a torrent of words.

The other major development is that Emma moved to her big-girl bed last week and is now sleeping in it full-time. This has Mike and I reeling, but she seems really happy about it, so we are determined to NOT dump her back in the crib and insist she STOP GROWING UP. The whole thing happened kind of under the radar - she decided one day that she wanted to sleep in the bed for a nap (we set it up in her room right around the time we found out we were going to need the crib for someone else, sooner rather than later). That night, after the successful nap-in-the-bed, we looked at each other, shrugged, and asked her if she wanted to sleep in the bed again. To which she responded with vigorous nodding of her head. And that was it. We are planning (sniff) on moving the crib out of her room (sniff) this weekend.

Sheesh, there is so much more to talk about, Obama, McCain, Palin (seriously, WTF?) not to mention economic crises (I spent $250 at the grocery store this week - and we don’t eat meat. Something is very seriously wrong) and the second installment of “Bad Mother Moments”. I promise I will be back again. Right now I need to go take a nap.

So, we are back from San Francisco and adjusting slowly to the time change, but I wanted to be sure to do a follow up post with all the stuff we did in the second half of our week. Mostly because I will forget the trip ever happened by next month and I will need to go back and read my posts so I can tell Emma all about it when she gets older.

Wednesday: Al Gore was the guest speaker at the AFSCME convention on Wednesday morning and I just knew that Emma would be completely captivated by the man-who- would-have-been-President, so we went. Hm. Yeah. She didn’t even make it to Gerry McEntee’s introduction of Mr. Gore before we needed to leave so others could enjoy themselves. We stood outside the auditorium and listed for a few minutes, then gave up and headed to our old standby, Yerba Buena Gardens.

We rode the carousel and walked around the gardens and the waterfall at the Martin Luther King, Jr. Memorial and then I decided to walk some of the streets to the east of the gardens. Within about five minutes Emma was asleep in the stroller so we headed back to the hotel and she took a marathon three hour nap.

When she woke up I decided to take some advice from Cry It Out Mike’s post about what to do in San Francisco. We walked up to Market Street and over to the Tenderloin in search of the playground Mike mentioned in his post. It was a long walk, but it was nice to be walking and to see a part of the city we hadn’t seen. The playground didn’t disappoint and Emma even found a friend in a two year old boy who she raced down the slides with for a good 15 minutes. While we were there I dropped my phone and the screen shattered, making it impossible to get texts or call out because I couldn’t see the address book. This was a situation that would clearly have to be dealt with, probably before leaving San Francisco. If only there was someplace in San Francisco where I could get another phone that would do all the things my current phone could do… Oooh Ooohh Apple store - iPhone!!! Mike still swears I dropped it on purpose.

For dinner that night we decided to do room service. It was a little decadent but kind of fun for the three of us to hang out together in the room.

Thursday: Mama needed a brand new phone so at 7:30 am Emma and I got in line with the other geeks at the San Francisco Apple store and waited. By 9:00 I was walking out of the store with my little piece of sunshine new phone. Emma was remarkably good during the wait and really only started to cranky about the whole thing as we were finishing up.

With phone/GPS/camera etc in hand Emma and I headed for the 30 bus. We were going to the Exploratorium which was across town but according to Doodaddy and Emma’s Grammy, was worth the trip. We got on the gloriously uncrowded bus and started our trip, but something didn’t feel quite right so I asked a fellow passenger if we were headed the right way and she told me we wanted the bus behind the one we were on. Now, here’s the thing: when you are traveling in a city you don’t know, with a toddler, and a backpack, and a stroller, you definitely don’t want to be on the wrong bus.

Crud. I hauled us off the bus and waited for the next one. At which point Emma decided that she was tired of being pushed around by me. She spent the rest of the ride pointing at all the things outside the bus that she wanted to do. That big playground up on Columbus (just as we got to North Beach I think?) made her so angry that her head started to spin around. Luckily this bus was almost as empty as the first 30 bus we were on so we only really annoyed a handful of people.

We spent the morning at the Exploratorium and I think it more than made up for the torture of the bus ride. We ate lunch there and then I decided to walk around a little before heading back to our own neighborhood. The Marina District, where the museum is, is absolutely gorgeous and I suspected if I just walked around that corner there, I might just be able to see the Golden Gate Bridge. BINGO. We found Crissy Field and a lovely beach that overlooked the Bridge. The weather was clear and beautiful so we were actually able to see the bridge and Emma loved running on the beach and looking at the water.

We headed back to the hotel on the 30 bus and Emma fell asleep on my lap somewhere in Chinatown. For dinner that night we joined Mike and our friend and Mike’s co-worker Crystal at Sanraku - a sushi place in the Metreon. Emma ate a bowl of edamame and at least a pound of tofu and noodles.

Friday: Emma and I headed out for breakfast (at Mel’s Diner again - I know! I’m a glutton for punishment. But the pancakes are really good) when Mike left for work, then came back to the hotel and went to the swimming pool. By the time we got back to the room and took a shower, Emma was completely exhausted, I think the trip was starting to catch up with her, so she went down for a nap at about 10.

Mike’s convention was over and he was finished with work by noon on Friday, so he joined us back in the room and once Emma woke up the three of us went to lunch at the Organic Coffee Company at 4th and Mission (great sandwiches). For Mike’s one day of site seeing in the city we couldn’t decide between going back to Fisherman’s Wharf or heading to the Haight and maybe even the Mission. Since Emma had woken up almost every day of the trip barking like a sea lion, it seemed like maybe she was voting for the Wharf, and although our top pick would have been the Haight, we were completely powerless when she started barking like a sea lion, so the Wharf it was.

We rode the cable car to the water and took a decidedly touristy boat ride of the San Francisco bay. It was an hour long and drove right under the Golden Gate Bridge and then around Alcatraz. It was actually really fun - the weather was the most perfect it had been since we arrived and we got a great view of the bridge, San Francisco, and Sausalito. After the boat ride we walked to Pier 39 and saw the sea lions again. Even while she was barking like one, Emma was too terrified of them to let me put her down. We had just enough time for a ride on the merry-go-round and dinner at one of the cheesy seafood places on the pier before heading back home on the cable car. This time we got a seat on the outside and right up front which was really fun.

Saturday: Time to pack up and head home. Luckily we had a little bit of time to kill in the morning so we dumped our bags at the hotel front desk and headed for the Ferry Building. The farmer’s market that is there every Saturday morning was so much fun to see and the food all looked out of this world. I even saw a booth for Rancho Gordo beans - who I order from all the time and love love love. We headed back towards the hotel just in time for Emma to ride the carousel at Yerba Buena Gardens one last time.

The flight home was unremarkable and pretty pleasant actually. I managed to score a seat for Emma which was key, and has convinced me that toddlers should never ride on the laps of their parents, except maybe for short flights (like the one we are taking to Burlington VT at the end of the month).

What a great trip. I will be honest and admit that I was a little overwhelmed at the beginning and was having trouble enjoying myself, but I got the hang of it eventually and had so much fun. I think it was a lot for Emma for take in and she seems like she might still be catching up on her sleep, but she seemed to have a really good time too.

I know that most of the cool kids were in San Francisco last weekend for BlogHer, but Emma and Mike and I are in town this week for the AFSCME Convention. Mike is working behind the scenes to make sure the convention goes off without a hitch, so he is working pretty hard and is not getting to hang out the way Emma and I are. We did have dinner with him last night though, so that was cool.

So here is a quick recap of our trip so far:

Saturday: As we walked up to the gate to board the plane that would bring us to San Francisco the flight attendant looked at us and said “Oh, we don’t do children.”

Huh. Really? REALLY Ms. Flight Attendant, you don’t do children?

I think Mike and I both laughed at her because she very quickly corrected herself and said “We don’t do early boarding for children”.

Huh. Thanks United.

The flight itself was a little hairy since we decided not to buy a seat for Emma. But I will leave that for another post.

Once we settled into the hotel, Mike had a meeting so Emma and I explored the area around the hotel. We quickly discovered that Yerba Buena Gardens is right across the street from the hotel, and there is a very nice merry-go-round there too. And in San Francisco, if you buy one ticket on a merry-go-round, you get two rides. Ok, not really, but you do on the Yerba Buena Gardens merry-go-round. Which seems like it would be wonderful, but really in the end just makes it harder for a merry-go-round obsessed toddler to stop riding when the time comes.

Sunday: Emma and I started early (around 7:30) and went for a walk to Union Square. There were some artists just setting up for the day and we browsed some of the art. We found one that I loved of a little girl on a merry-go-round, so I bought it. This trip is starting to have a theme. After wandering the Union Square area for a while we went to the hot breakfast bar at Whole Foods which is just two blocks from the hotel. Then we wandered around Yerba Buena Gardens again, rode the merry-go-round and watched the very beginning of the theater festival happening that day in the Gardens.

Monday: Emma and I decided to go to the hotel restaurant for breakfast, just to see what it was like. The bad news was that it was $25 for the breakfast buffet. The good news was that Emma ate at least $25 in raspberries and I ate at least $25 in smoked salmon. Jen and Emma: 1 - Hotel: 0.

My big plan for the day was to go to Fisherman’s Wharf via cable car so we walked to Powell Street and stood in the looong line to get our Muni passport (because I had a brain cramp and forgot to do it at the airport). Then we stood in another long line to wait for the aforementioned cable car. Needless to say as each cable car passed by us and we didn’t get on, Emma would let out a little yelp in protest. Luckily there were lots of pigeons to distract her.

We finally made it to Fisherman’s Wharf. We found out way to Pier 39 which kind of reminded me of Provincetown in Cape Cod. We grabbed a crepe and a lemonade and went to find the sea lions and eat. Emma loved/hated the sea lions. Wouldn’t let me put her down, but didn’t want to walk away. Luckily there was - you guessed it - a merry-go-round right in the middle of the whole pier, so she was quickly distracted. We rode the MGR and headed towards home.

Once home I finally got up the nerve to email Doodaddy - a San Francisco local and one of the blogs I read almost daily - to ask him for recommendations on things to see and do in San Francisco. He wrote back almost immediately and invited me to join him and Boobaby and Cry it out Mike and Emmeline in Golden Gate Park the next day.

Tuesday: Emma woke up barking like a sea lion. We decided to try Mel’s Diner for breakfast. While the food was fine, the touristy theme restaurant thing just didn’t do it for me. In the end I think I will probably just return to Whole Foods for breakfast in the days to come. Mel’s cost me $20, and there were no raspberries or smoked salmon. Hmph.

Emma and I hopped on the N train to Golden Gate Park. We had some time to kill before meeting Doodaddy, Boobaby, Mike and Emmeline, so we headed to the Children’s Playground. After another ride on a merry-go-round - the most exotic one of all so far - Emma played on the swings, removed at least half of the sand from the sandbox and slid down a few slides. I think she was relieved to be doing something she was used to, albeit in a strange place.

We walked to the Arboretum, our meeting place, and met Doodaddy and Boobaby, Mike and Emmeline. We spent about an hour at the duck pond, feeding the ducks, eating a picnic, which Doodaddy and Mike were nice enough to share, and practicing diving in the pond. Ok there wasn’t any actual diving, but I am pretty sure I was the only thing preventing Emma from going headfirst into the pond with the ducks. Doodaddy and Mike gave me some more advice about things to do in San Francisco and were just all around welcoming and friendly.

We boarded the train to return to the hotel for nap time and two stops later Emma was asleep.

So far we are having a great, if exhausting, time. Being the sole caretaker of a toddler in a city I am not familiar with is much more daunting a task than I originally thought. Thanks so much to Doodaddy and Mike for being friendly faces and helping us feel at home!

We have rabbits! In our neighborhood mind you, not in our house (god help me). They usually hang out and eat in our neighbors’ yards and we see them from the car when we are on our way home. We always block traffic stop and show them to Emma and now when we drive by that spot she points and looks for them and makes a little noise with her mouth that sounds like eating.

One day recently when we came home, one of the bunnies was sitting at the bottom of our stairs. I got Emma out of the car and we got within about six feet before Emma squealed and the bunny decided that maybe the bottom of our stairs wasn’t really where it wanted to be. Still, it was cool to get so close.

This morning when Emma woke up she pointed out the window, so I opened the curtain to let her see what was (or wasn’t) out there. Sitting right in front of her window were two teeny little baby bunnies. One of them was a little skittish and when it heard me open the curtain it ran under a bush for a second before coming back out. The other one was all “Yeah, I hear you. Whatev. I’m a bunny, you don’t scare me” and just sat there looking at me. Except then Emma started pounding on the window and both bunnies ran for their lives. I told her the bunnies were going to sleep.

Emma spent the rest of the day saying “bohbee”, insisting we let her look out the window and making the sign for sleep. She has also managed to find every stuffed bunny she has (three or four by my last count) and has been carrying them around all day.

I can’t quite decide if I want the bunnies to be there tomorrow morning or not, although at this point I guess it is ridiculous to think she might actually forget about them, even if they aren’t.

At some point early on in this month the toddler fairy came to visit our house. She waved her wand over Emma while she was sleeping, and *poof* our baby was gone and our little girl was here.

Yeah. I guess it didn’t happen that way, but her transformation from baby to little girl did happen this month - with startling rapidity.

No more drama this month with sleeping or separation anxiety. Just lots of new facial expressions, more dancing, more singing, and a serious ratcheting up of the cute factor.

Emma lost her second great-grandmother this month, and I lost my Grandmother. I have been feeling her loss acutely but am thrilled that she got a chance to meet Emma and spend some time with her before she passed away.

Gram’s funeral was highly surreal. It was held at the Dupont Funeral Home in Bristol, Connecticut which is in a house built by her grandfather, my great-great-grandfather, in 1903. Gram spent many family holidays there as a child, and later married my Grandfather in the house. To stand in a room that was once my great-grandfather’s bedroom, at my grandmother’s memorial service, while I held my daughter, was a little mind blowing.

We drove to Connecticut for the funeral and Emma was wonderful. We left at 5 am and got four hours of driving in before she needed to stop, which meant we were almost there. On the way home we left at around 4:30 pm and didn’t need to stop much either since a lot of the drive was after her bed time.

Once we got through the funeral and made it back home, Emma had places to go and people to see.

A few months ago Mike’s dad got to choose a gift from his company as a thank you for an unimaginable number of years of service. He looked through the options and the only thing that jumped out at him was a Eureka! mansion tent which he guessed maybe his granddaughter might enjoy rattling around in.

This month we tested the tent for the first time on an overnight camping trip with Emma’s friend EJ, who brought his parents along for the ride. Emma had her own room (no, seriously, she did) and the tent held up well during the torrential downpour that started at about 3am. We went on a hike with Emma, taking turns carrying her on our back, which she enjoyed. Enjoy would be a strong word to describe how Mike and I felt about the hike. *Happy to get to the end of it and to have survived* is probably much more appropriate. The camping trip was lots of fun and we are hoping to be able to go at least once more before the we wimp out because of cold weather.

The weekend after the camping trip was the best weekend EVAH. My friend Kate left her idyllic life in Vermont to come visit us in hot and sticky DC. She brought her cute-as-a-bug son Jack, who is 10 weeks younger than Emma, and there was great rejoicing. We hung out, went to the zoo, played in the Silver Spring fountain and just generally had a great time. Emma loved playing with Jack but seemed a little stressed by the end of the weekend. I think all the FUN was getting to her. Plus since Jack’s daddy couldn’t come, Emma’s daddy was doing double duty, which she was NOT a fan of.

Clearly we kept Emma pretty busy this month. She still had time to learn “Itsy Bitsy Spider” and now walks around the house singing “Down rain! Down rain!”. At some point during their visit, Kate was trying to get Jack to say sorry and Emma obliged by saying “sorry!” loud and clear. Mike and I practically fell out of our chairs since we had never heard her say it before. So she is picking up a few words here and there. Being the perfectionist she is, I think she is just waiting until she can get a word *just right* before using it regularly. We can wait. I do love listening to her little voice though.

Things are pretty fun around our house these days.

Janet Sessions Beach
February 2, 1922 - June 6, 2008

With Emma (and puppy Mowgli - tucked in there on her lap) when we visited six weeks ago. She will be missed.