Cinderella

Emerson's new hiding place:
We've caught her covered in soot trying to eat any hidden piece of charcol three too many times now. If I leave her alone for one second, I find her in the fire place painted in ashes (and it's a clean fire place!). She's even managed to move the gate and toy box that had it blocked off.

She also has been scolded for the first time by Cliff (for putting something in her mouth that he kept taking away), and oooooh man, she hammed up the biggest frown imaginable. I didn't know it was possible already at this young age. Pulled on Cliff's (and mine!) heart strings. What are we in for?! We loooove this girl SO much.

And Stone continues to love love love her. At the gym the other day, he picked her up in the day care center, looked at a little boy and said, "She is MY Emerson." And carried her away. Funny boy he is.

We are lucky and proud parents.