We've got a toddler on our hands!

The first time I officially thought of Emily as a toddler was on Tuesday, when she climbed up onto the coffee table (normal) and then proceeded to try to jump from the coffee table to the couch (NOT normal!). I believe that Emy now views our living room as a jungle gym. True, Emy has officially been a toddler for a while now, but that doesn't mean that I wasn't thinking of her as a baby until now! She has been eating and sleeping like there is no tomorrow, so I think we also have a growth spurt on our hands too. The other day, I made a batch of dish of plenty (a dish from my mom's side of the family), and put it in the fridge so that Chad can heat it up when he got home. When I got home from work, Chad told me that there was no more left for me, because Emily literally ate half of the dish (my half, of course).  Darn.

Here she is looking all mysterious...

This past weekend, she spent the entire time attached to her dad's hip. It was really fun seeing them bond. I honestly think she misses him during the day, and she is starting to understand weekends.

Next up, a cute story about Emy's fish- affectionately named "ish". Emy won it at the fair this past summer, and I bought it a tank and some gravel. Chad hardly knew this fish existed since I kept it in Emy's room. I brought up the fish for a tank cleaning a few months ago and decided to keep it upstairs. Chad suddenly took notice to "Ish". He became increasingly concerned about the size of it's tank. "Bettas can survive in puddles," I said, "They prefer small tanks," I said. Nope. "Ish is not getting the full fish experience. He needs a bigger tank," said Chad. Fine. I went to the pet store and bought a 2½ gallon tank and a plant. Chad came home very pleased. But Chad's wheels were still turning. He wasn't done yet. "Ish needs a friend. He's lonely." Whoa. Wait a minute. It's a fricken betta. They hate all other fish. I draw the line. I tried explaining to him the aggressive nature of bettas. "Get him a goldfish friend then." Ugh. So there I go to the pet store, again, for a stupid free fish that is costing me more than a fish should. Luckily for me, the pet store clerk agreed that any type of fish that I put in the tank will get eaten. Crisis averted. So it looks like "Ish" is going to enjoy the rest of his life in first class.  

That's "Ish" living a life of luxury.

Here is a cute shot of Emily in the tub. Just like always, she loves her baths!