snowplow

My little Emmitt cracks me up. He is such a happy sweet little boy. Talk about mellow too - he is usually just happy to be around here. I don't know if it is a gender thing or a personality thing, but he is much less demanding than both of my girls were at this age! He is almost 9 months old and he has us all wrapped around his sweet little fingers.

Kelsey is on the other side of the gate that keeps Emmitt from tumbling down to the basement. This is one of his favorite games. To hear his squeals of delight is truly onderful. Kelsey is such a good big sister to him. She finally got over the 'mom, he is going to throw up on me' stage and is most helpful and sweet with him.

Emmitt turns into a little maniac when he gets on our bed. All of our kids did when they were babies. Matt and I call it 'happy wiggles.' Emmitt has taken it to another level and does what I call 'the snowplow.' He puts his head down and just motors across the bed and until he nearly falls off and mom saves him.

He is a wonderful little boy and we are so blessed to have him join our family. He brings all of us more smiles than we could have ever imagined. Kendal adores him also and may love him right to pieces. You think I am kidding, I am not. Kendal has to be reminded that he isn't a doll as she drags him across the floor by one arm to the blanket bed she made for him in the other room.

By the way, where are the snowplows? We have got a ton of snow! I mean that - it is wet, heavy stuff and there is a good foot out there, actually, probably more.