The Stats: (after a very belated 18 month well baby check-up)
Height: 33.5 inches, 87th percentile
Weight: 26.6 pounds, 73rd percentile
Head Circumference: 48 centimeters, 83rd percentile
Emmy's words:
Emmy
doggie (she's impressively fine-tuned her bark to match those of two great danes that live in the yard behind ours.)
miiiiaa (as in a high-pitched meow for kitty cat)
Elmo
Abby (as in Abby Cadabby)
off (pronounced "awe"-and then blowing as if extinguishing a candle)
on
Please (only with a great deal of prodding)
Thank You
cup
shoes
"all done" (pronounced "all-doe")
"here you go" (pronounced "ear-go")
more
cookie
Andy
happy
"ready, set, go" (more like GO! and then she starts running)
Mama
Dada
cheese
turkey
light
fly
fan
phone (pronounced "phoe")
uh-oh (still a staple)
car
book
bath (pronounced b-a)
water (pronounced wa-wa)
eye
ear
nose
hair
brush
walk
ice
hot
MINE! (Ugggghhhhh!!!!!)
When we repeat back the word she wants us to hear, she always nods vigorously with big eyes, it's as if she's saying "bingo! You got it!" It's very sweet. :)
Emmy's favorite past times:
dancing (particularly to the honky-tonk music clips on her Leap Frog refrigerator barn and animal magnet toy)
listening to music (she loves doing the motions to "if you're happy and you know it," "the itsy bitsy spider," and "head, shoulder, knees and toes.")
playing chase
reading stories (Or flipping through the pages. Favorite stories are "Each Peach Pear Plum" and "Roar of a Snore")
typing on the computer
"talking" on the phone (unless someone is on the other line.)
cooking with Mama (especially stirring)
taking Molly and Darla for walks
leading her mother on wild goose chases
Favorite foods:
hummus
cucumber
carrots
applesauce with cinnamon sugar
cheerios
blackberries
raspberries
cheese
turkey
spaghetti and meatballs
homemade italian wedding soup
Raiding Mommy & Daddy's closet.
Forgetting her table manners.
Obsessed with my Uggs.
Watching T.V. in her birthday suit.
Impromptu swim session in the backyard after church.
Emmy stole the bag of Cheerios and took off running with them under her arm as if it was a football...It was hilarious.
I thought she deserved a Cheerio snack after all the effort she put into retrieving them.
Her fourth helping of Italian Wedding Soup.