Emerson's 1st Christmas...Part 1

Twas the night before Christmas,
and strapped to her car seat,
Emmy was not stirring,
no longer "Kick Kick Kicking" her feet.

Our baby was held by Pops, Lannie and Boppa with great care,

In hopes that little Emmy would have a smile to share.












Our child final settled all snug in her bed,
while visions of her next feeding danced in her head. Kristen in her sweat pants and I in my briefs,
knew silence was golden and so was any sleep.

When out in the living room GiGi struck such a pose,
delivering numerous Christmas gifts for our dear Emerson Rose. Out of the spare bedroom we struggled to rise,
stumbling, bumbling and rubbing sleep from our eyes.

The Holidays

No. I have not forgotten about my child. The little one has been enjoying the holidays for the first time and we have been busier than ever. Guess it is a blessing that I have had back to back short weeks and no school so that I could spend some quality time with the peanut. So my absence from the blog has been part tired, part busy...but all necessary. As for Christmas and New Year's, Emmy was the star! One SPOILED star! The grandparents, aunts, uncles, cousins, great aunts and great uncles went overboard making sure that her transition to the world was celebrated with an overload of gifts. Kristen and I filled up the Tahoe with clothes, and toys, and chairs and a number of other things that the little one will one day use. As for now, she only enjoys the swing. THANKS AGAIN LANNIE AND BOPPA! Sometimes I don't know how we can get along without the swing! But seriously, we appreciate all that she has received. She will use and cherish each and every gift and the people that gave them to her.

New Year's Eve was celebrated without much fanfare. Caroline, Collin and Betsy spent the evening eating, drinking and enjoying the unending fireworks displays that our neighbors so graciously shared...don't they know that babies hate loud noises...At one point, both of the girls got hysterical, crying because they wanted to eat, or they didn't want to eat, or because they were tired, or because they had dirty diapers. The parents looked at each other and realized that New Year's Eve would never be the same. Collin...just think one day down the road when we are celebrating New Year's and are worried sick about our daughters out and about with their friends. A restless night of crying does not seem so bad now, huh...

Please note the green dress in the picture to the right. She hated it...but she's cute in it...so she's wearing it...