Wyeth: July goes marching on! The ants go marching one by one! (in the kitchen, that is, and I squish them if they make it to the floor. Not very Buddhist, I know, sorry loyal-reader-Gemma…) A couple weekends ago we went to Mount Vernon and saw the sheep and it was hot hot hot. In fact, most of the time it’s been hot hot hot HOT, so we play in the pool outside and Baby Emmy sits in his Bumbo and gets sprayed with the misty hose. I have one thing to say: I freakin’ love little tomatoes and am so happy whenever one turns red so I can eat it! Thanks, Grampa Char, for the plants.
Emory: I can now get about 8 fingers into my mouth at once, or chew just one or two. I think maybe I am pre-teething, and that makes me grouchy at times. I love action and am learning to shriek when nothing’s going on. You can bet THAT gets everyone’s attention. I am a charmer, though, so I dazzle everyone with my smile. Yep, I’m a cute one!
Ed. note: We lost power for 3 1/2 days last week so we are even more behind than usual on our updates.