I (Cody) am going to make an effort to revive this blog, as Emmie Reed deserves for the world to know how great she is, and because it is a forced journal, a gift we can all give Emmie.Since the last post, which I believe was her birthday, Emmie has grown. Not so much is height as in sheer brilliance. She is talking and running and...wait for it...going peepee on the potty!
Anyway, I will write more lat
er, but I wanted to share a photo from yesterday. She helped me plant fall flowers. By plant, I mean that she would pick the blooms off of the pansies and then stick them in the dirt. She was so proud. After all that, she helped me sweep the porch.Most everything Emmie can hold becomes a phone. She will carry a dental floss container around saying "cheeeeesssse." We call that the floss phone, because she also has conversations with whomever may have the power to listen in. Lately, when we say cheese while holding an actual camera, she strikes a pose. Heart melting, indeed!
