Eleven

Dear Emmitt,

you aren't so into sitting still these days, so it's amazing you didn't fall out of this chair during our shoot:)

we have moved you in with your big brother, bunkmates!
nothing has been thrown at you while you sleep (yet), and magically everyone is sort of sleeping better.
i opened my eyes to see an 8 on the clock instead of a 6 and figured i was dreaming a beautiful dream.
but it was real. oh my.

you totter around the house, usually yelling, giggling, or making car noises,
trailing crumbs and snot wherever you go.
the dog makes you laugh, as does your big brother and when i chase you up the stairs.
and when you come in for an giant open mouth applesauce kiss
it's awesomesauce all over the place:)

Now quit growing!!!