Boy how time flies! Emma started daycare a few days after her 9 month birthday, and she HATED it. She pretty much refused to eat or nap. When I got there to pick her up, she burst into tears and shortly after passed out cold! I guess she was relieved to finally be able to relax and take a nap. Apparently Emma is afraid of the other babies, poor girl. I'm glad she is going to daycare, so she can learn how to socialize with other kiddos. I am pretty sure she will love it in no time.
Emma had her 9 month well-baby check-up. The doctor just confirmed what we already know. She is long and skinny. She is 29 inches (90th percentile) and 17 lbs 9 ozs (26th percentile). We are all pretty sure Emma will be walking in no time. She loves to fly around the house pushing her walker. When we hold her hands to help her walk, Emma would much rather try to run. After having only two teeth for the past three months, Emma has finally cut anther, and we are pretty sure she is working on at least three more.
Paul and I have been going through some hard times, but what marriage is perfect? The one thing we can absolutely always agree on, though, is that Emma is the most wonderful accomplishment either one of us has ever made! We both love her more than annything else in the world.
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