Even before I started to write this — after deciding that the title I’d come up with was ever so slightly humorous — I thought this posting would be a little disappointing. Without actually going back and reading all of our previous posts, I have a gut feeling that a lot of them — the “dispatches,” anyway — have to do either with grandparent names or fecal humor.
(I’ve already been warned to lay off the poop stories…)
But since The Life of Emma is supposed to document our life, and since I’ve started the grandparent-name thread, I feel like I have to continue with updates as they occur.
But I’ll keep it brief.
The maternal grandfather formerly known as “Papaw,” who became “Papoo,” has returned to the original moniker. Honey says “Papaw” is ingrained in everyone’s head already and so rather than changing to Papoo because that’s what his second-youngest granddaughter took to calling him, they’ve decided to teach her to say Papaw.
On the paternal grandparent front, Emma’s Auntie Amanda has suggested the Hebrew words for grandmother and grandfather — both of which escape me currently. Auntie Amanda may have come upon those suggestions as she was gearing up for her birthright Israel trip that she is now on.
And in other miscellaneous updates:
- Emma is doing wonderfully well (yes, she’s THAT good);
- She’s growing every day and she’s smiling a lot;
- At school this week, she had her first encounter with a real fish. Her teacher brought in a whole trout, explaining that stuffed animals just don’t offer enough contextual information to young minds;
- Emma likes to dance on the bathroom counter top before her bath, and she’s now known for peeing as she dances;
- She’s now eating six to eight ounces of breastmilk and/or formula instead of four ounces;
- And she loves her new “exersaucer,” which I call the UFO.
With another weekend rapidly approaching, I’ll try to post some multimedia here soon. Until then…
