Monday, March 27, 2006

Baby II

The midwife, Rebecca, has an ultrasound machine in her office. It's not as high resolution as the ones they use for diagnostic purposes, but it's nice to be able to peek at the baby.

At my last two appointments, she's used the ultrasound and I've been hoping to get a decent picture. Well, this kid is wiggly and is not interested in being photographed. Today we could have gotten a nice shot of his/her spine, but passed. We'll just have to wait for the big diagnostic ultrasound they do halfway through the pregnancy (in 4-6 weeks).

Saturday, March 25, 2006


Emmett has been having fun making clicking noises with his mouth lately. Sometimes he'll make patters and we'll copy them. Sometimes he makes up "click" songs.

One night, Emmett woke up crying from a bad dream. I quizzed him, and he said he was dreaming about a flashlight that was broken. I asked him to think some happy thoughts, and began making suggestions. He started falling back asleep, but was still talking to me. Then he said "I marked that happy thought with a (click)."

Sunday, March 12, 2006

Dog Whisperer

Emmett's been watching The Dog Whisperer with us. Today in the car, we overheard this hilarious conversation Emmett was having with himself in the backseat:

"(mumble) Cesar Milan."
"How can I help you?"
"Well, we have two dogs. Greyhounds. Jenny bites and barks at the neighbors."
"(more mumbling)"

Friday, March 03, 2006

Drinking Contraption

Emmett loves to create contraptions. One day while playing at the sink, he called me over to see his "drinking contraption." He'd start with his sippy cup as far away as he could reach. He'd then grab it with both hands, and slide it along the counter pulling it close to him. Then he'd pick it up, throw his head back and take a drink. Finally, he'd put the cup back on the counter and slide it to it's original position.

A few days later, I saw him using his "drinking contraption" on the coffee table, too.

Sleepless nights

Once in a while, Emmett will just have trouble sleeping. Sometimes it helps to start some music for him, to help him go back to sleep without one of us staying in his bed with him. After a difficult night a few weeks ago, Emmett said to me "Every few minutes the clock changes."