Emmeline at 9 Months

So, this time last year I was already behind on blogging, and I just sort of stopped blogging all together. Life got busy. Well I'm ready to start blogging again--no guarantees that there won't be another long hiatus in the future. This blog was a draft that was half-written. It's fun to see where Emmeline was at, and how far she's come--and makes me wish I hadn't stopped blogging. Sigh. 

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At 9 months old, Emmeline is: 

• Standing! She can stand on her own for up to 11 seconds. It is fun to watch her balance on her feet. She stands every chance she gets. She spends her day crawling from different pieces of furniture that she uses to stand up.

• Getting into EVERYTHING--it has happened. She spends the other half of her day getting into things she shouldn't. She is destroying my piano music and magazines--it needs a new place. She pulls out sheet music after sheet music and ensign after ensign out of our little basket. I've dragged her away from it and told her "NO" hundreds of times, but she doesn't seem to understand... yet. I guess I should be glad she has yet to figure out that the cupboards and drawers open.

• Had her first bloody encounter. She was using a chair to stand up, fell and cut her lip on the table. It was pretty sad :(

• Eating dirt, pebbles, bark. Everytime I turn my back outside, she crawls over to the mulch and starts to feast. Nom, nom, nom. 

• Loving the outdoors. I love how much she enjoys being outside, it makes it easy to work in the garden, if I can keep her from eating something dangerous that is. 

• Rubbing her messy, sticky hands in her hair. Arg! She only gets one bath a day, but needs more... "but ain't nobody got time for that."

• Missing Daddy. When Daddy has to leave for work she cries for him. It's really sweet.

• A plum eating machine. But mommy doesn't love the poppy diapers that plums create. Ick. I cut them open and take out the pit so she can eat them. But one time got into a bag of plums from Grandma Daun's plum tree and ate several while my back was turned. She had me worried and Googling to see if eating plum pits was dangerous. Apparently, not very, because she survived. I'm not even sure she realized she swallowed them in the first place.  

Getting our Pumpkins

Bath time!

Caught in the act!

Sure love my baby girl!