Sunday November 21, 2004
No pictures to post, but wanted to report a couple of things before they are forgotten - Princess Emily is chaning so fast, don't want to overlook something and hear about it later.

First, Emily was a party animal at the Riley's Marin baby shower. She was passed around the entire room a few times, played all night long and didn't make a peep once. Then on the car ride home, she wailed from the Golden Gate Bridge until getting unstrapped in our driveway. It was 50 minutes of pure torture. My dad calls her gentle, generous, nice Emily - not sure where he gets that from. My theory is that Emily fell in love with Marin (who wouldn't) and when she realized she had to go back to dumpy Mountain View, she couldn't take it.

This weekend, we have Taiwanese brunch with Keiko, Gerry and Kai in downtown Mountain View (where else). We walked around, went into the fish store (Kai saw a few dozen Nemos) and had a great time.

What I want miss Emily to know though is some interesting antics that developed this week. First Emily, you love the song "Take Me Out to the Ballgame." It is GUARANTEED to bring out a big smile or a laugh. We can sing it over and over a dozen times, and each time at " . . . take me out to the crowd," you break out into your gorgeous smile. The only time it didn't work was on the ride home from Marin - we sang it no less than 30 times in the car.

Next Emily, you are by far the most active baby we have ever seen. You can barrel roll anywhere you want, flipping over and over and over and over . . . Your legs move 60 mph all day long, there is no such thing as quiet, sitting time. And the other day, we put you down on the floor on a blanket near your mirror. 20 minutes later, I heard you getting fussy, so I went upstairs to find you on your stomach all the way over by your giraffy. You either crawled, walked, ran, flew or barrel rolled about 3 feet. We need to watch you closely! She also barrel rolled right off the couch (our first big scare) the other day, but we don't need to go into details . . . :)

Also this week, you learned to like touching people's faces and pinching them. You hate wearing pants, constantly kick off your sockies but now your pants too. We wake up in the morning to see that somehow you've freed yourself of your pajamas with the built-in booties - how we have no idea.

My biggest disappointment this week is that your hair appears to be in the process of sitting down. I will miss that dearly . . .