So Emma is now 3 months old, and her new thing is squealing at the top of her lungs. She does this when she is happy and sad, and it is quite charming.
I went back to work a couple of weeks ago, and Emma started daycare. She seems to be adjusting fine. It was pretty difficult leaving her there the first day...thank goodness Ken was there to drag me out of the daycare, otherwise I'd likely still be there trying to say goodbye. It is all getting a little easier now, although I don't think I will ever get used to the 2+hour ritual of trying to get ready and out the door in the morning. We did make the time to take the "first day of daycare pictures" with mom and dad though.
Today was Ken's first father's day, and I think he enjoyed his day of freedom from dirty diaper changing duties. Emma was more than happy to sport her new "my dad rocks" teeshirt....Although it only lasted about 5 minutes before she spit up her breakfast all over herself. (We decided a "my dad rock's" bib would have been more practical).
We are all looking forward to our trip to the midwest to visit our family next week...so more pictures to come after our vacation.
