Emmie is One!!

Our itty bity baby is one year old! We threw a teeny tiny party for her last weekend.  She loved being around all the people and it was hilarious to watch her interact with everyone.



The fabulously detailed and intricate tablescape  *cough*




My sweet dreamer.





This little lady has some serious personality!  She saw the
camera and immediately posed for me :)






Emmie and Great-Grandmamma Kerr



 I wanted a cute picture of them together and Bri was completely uninterested!  She kinda has an odd phobia of being close to Emmie...one I'm hoping she outgrows soon.

 Posed pictures were obviously not on Bri's agenda for the afternoon.  Her nose was a little out of joint after being forced to sit next to Emmie and she kept picking it while we were attempting to get a family pic.



Happy Bithday!





Bri had a blast playing outside with Aunt Jen.



Bri and Emmie with Nana and Papa

 Emmie's first year has been long and challenging in many ways, but here are a few of my favorite parts:

• Breastfeeding - While there were times it was hugely inconvenient to me personally, I would n-e-v-e-r trade the bonding experience with my sweet babe for all the convenience in the world. It was remarkable to know that I was exclusively supporting this tiny, flourishing life. (The weight loss was a nice added bonus, too *wink*). My goal was to breastfeed for a year and I did!! Yay!! Now, I’m kinda over it and definitely ready to move on. However, it will remain one of my sweetest memories as we leave her infancy behind.
• Personality – It’s been a blast to watch Emmie’s personality grow. She is a social butterfly, loves smiling faces and has an infectious enthusiasm for life (maybe all babies have that and I’m biased). She loves to laugh. Sounds like an angel, huh? Lest I leave you with an unrealistic impression, let me assure you our child has a temper and a will…strong ones. Not quite sure how strong yet, but I’m sure I’ll find out in the next year.
• Nickname – Nick has dubbed our little one “Emmie G,” enunciated with a distinct ghetto flare. I have no idea why, but I love it. It just kinda fits her…the nickname, not the ghetto flare.

So there you have it.  Now, bring on year #2!!

Inspiring

If
 Rudyard Kipling

If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or, being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or, being hated, don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise;

If you can dream - and not make dreams your master;
If you can think - and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with triumph and disaster
And treat those two imposters just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to broken,
And stoop and build 'em up with wornout tools;

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breath a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on";

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with kings - nor lose the common touch;
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you;
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run -
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And - which is more - you'll be a Man my son!

Things Kids Say

Conversation I had with my two-year-old while changing her diaper this morning:

Me:  Ewwww, wet yucky diaper!  (Trying to get her intersted in potty training).

Bri: Diaper hurts...Booty hurts!

Me: You're booty hurts?  What happened?

Bri: Tiss it!! (Kiss it!)

Me: Uh, no.

Daffodils and Darlings

Spring is on it's way!  We took advantage of the pretty weather and headed into the country for some family photos.




My little darlings

 


Aunt Jen and Emmie

 

My Anthropologie Pretty

Anthropologie is F-A-B-U-L-O-U-S!! I recently discovered it and am hooked. I now fully understand why  women work so hard to recreate Anthropologie products.  The items are incredibly unique, fun and quirky, in addition to being  incredibly expensive.  I was browsing the other day dreaming and getting ideas.  I fully expected to walk out empty handed, since my month’s worth of blow money wouldn’t even cover a sale item.  I was determined not to be depressed by this annoying fact and started rummaging through the sale bins just for fun.  As I did, a lovely pile of fabric caught my eye. The pile turn out to be a stack of aprons!!  Aaahhh!! AND, they were on sale! Double aaahhhh!!  I rifled through every single apron in the pile and found my favorite.



Isn’t she pretty?  The yellow trim and button are so cheery.

 So my little apron is pretty, functional and an Anthro original, but those aren’t her best qualities. Want to know the best part about her?? You do? Good!! It was her price tag…originally $28.00, marked down to $7.50!!! I walked out of Anthropolgie having parted with a whopping $8.55. It made my day :)