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We weren’t thrilled with this year’s class pictures, so we did our own.
Ribbon
Hug
Humoring Dad
Smile
Emma was sitting in a chair with her
Golden Book of Children’s Hymns the other day…
…and she was “singing”
Emma at the Zilker Kite Festival today
Some HDR and B&W goodness. Or badness, depending on your point of view.
Nothing fancy here. Just a little boost to the saturation and some judicious cropping.
Emma & Santa
(Click for larger version)
It’s ye olde international talk like a pirate day.
Arrrrrgggghhhh!
(Pirate getup courtesy Erica Sadun’s Pirate app for the iPhone.)
Not great, but as good as I could get, fighting, as I was, my own ignorance regarding my camera and the flash, and Emma’s limited attention span.
Heck, I don’t even know if I got the accouterments on correctly!
A couple of pictures from her preschool
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After much trauma, we got Emma into bed for story time. Margaret is reading the magazine from a gift subscription Grandma Nancy bought for Emma.
Story reading was interrupted by lots of “What’s ‘at?” or “What is that?”
After a little bit to eat, it was bath time.
Emma loves bath time.
Generally.
Margaret and Emma got back around seven. Emma was pretending to be T.C. (our cat), eating cat food.
As the picture shows, she was pretty amused at the concept.
Thanks to the young ladies supervising the playroom who took this picture for us!
Since they have a supervised playroom at our local YMCA, where Margaret works out, she takes Emma with her. That allows me to get a little homework done in the evening.
This is the only photo I didn’t take, nor was it taken with my camera.
She started waking up when I went in to take the 5:00 picture. This is a time lapse, and she moved around a bit during the 30 second exposure. I kinda like it.
She came out in the living room. I did suggest to her that she sit on the new laminate floor I laid down in the foyer, but the pose is all her own. Sleepy girl, still trying to wake up.
Still napping. She’ll sleep for a good hour and a half to two hours if we can get her to lay down and take a nap. She’s probably been asleep about 45 minutes at this point.
The previous picture was taken around 3:30.
OK. I confess. I had her pose for this one. But she’d just hurt her pinky, and was showing me, and inadvertently did the University of Texas sign. Or an obscene Italian gesture. It’s all relative.
But I digress. I gave her kisses on her pinky and asked her what she was doing with her hand. “Hook ‘em horuns,” she said. So then I had to get a picture of her flashing the UT sign.
She looks thrilled, doesn’t she?
Lunchtime! Emma is being silly.
This is Emma getting some physical therapy with Miss Kerri.
This is the first time she’d stood up on the swing. She was choosing the color of ball, which Kerri would place on the swing. Emma would pick up the ball, Kerri would spin her to face the frog, and Emma would throw the ball into the frog’s mouth.
The goal was to challenge Emma’s balance (part of the initial diagnosis was “gravitational insecurity.”) Emma did quite well with this excersize, and even challenged herself by holding on to two ropes and wiggling back and forth to make the swing move. Kerri was surprised and please to see Emma do that.
We take her to Children’s Therapeutics, and we’re quite pleased with Emma’s progress, and the level of professionalism and the care she gets.
She had apparently just discovered that the wheels on her Noah’s Ark spin. It’s always the simplest things, eh?
We purchased, on advice of Emma’s physical/occupational therapist, a small trampoline. It helps her with her balance, encourages her to challenge her self, helps build strength, and gives her a little energy boost. They call it “arousal level.” Spinning really helps her arousal level. And that’s important, because she’s more active, has a brighter countenance, and communicates more easily when she’s more energetic.
I think she was pretending to be a doggy, so the socks on her hands were “paws.”
She has this thing she does where she lines items up. It’s just a thing she does - not OCD; I can move items, and she doesn’t freak out. It’s odd, and somewhat endearing, all at the same time.
Frequently heard around our house: “Watch Cwifford! Wet’s watch Cwifford! Can I watch Cwifford?” Alls I can say is “thank goodness for the DVR.” We’ve got numerous Clifford and Curious George shows sitting there, waiting to be played upon demand.
So here she is watching Clifford, the Big Red Dog. I think Mr. Bleakman is saying “You know, when I was a boy, we didn’t have lint. We had to play with dinosaur poop. And we liked it!”
Around 8:00, she woke up, got out of bed, stumbled into the living room, and decided she wanted to play with her barn.
It takes her a while to wake up and get moving. Just like dad.
One from last week, where she finally started escaping the surly bonds of terra firma:
And one from the San Antonio Zoo, July 1st:
Edward Kennedy Ellington Cat (”Ellington”)
Summer 1996 - Friday, May 19th, 2006.
picture from August, 2000
