Seven months

Emma turned seven months old today. She has gotten surprisingly sophisticated in her old age. This past Monday night when I told her that Dubya had pardoned Scooter Libby, she spit out her peas in total disgust. I was so proud.

We took a few road trips in the last couple of weeks to visit various family up and down the east coast. In New Jersey Emma got to hang out with her Great-Gram, her Aunt Lexi and her Poppy and Nonnie as well as meet for the first time Great Aunt Sally and Great Uncle Bill, Great Aunt Elvia and Great Uncle Tim.

The next week in Southeastern Massachusetts Emma met her Great-Great Aunts Louise and Margie, her Great-Great Uncle Joe, her Great-Grandma Mary and Great-Grandma Hester, her Great Aunt Nancy and Great Uncle Mickey and her Uncle Andy and Aunt Alyson. She also got to hang out for three days with her Grammy and Grampy and…oh yeah, got a monkey.

Oh, and to get to SE Mass. she took her first ride on an airplane. Clearly she was Amelia Earhart or something in a former life, because she handled it like a complete pro.

She still doesn’t have any teeth, although the two little bumps in her mouth taunt me daily, but she has added bananas and avocados to her solid food repertoire and soon we will include pears and apples. I find something to worry about with her almost daily, but it seems like all in all she (and we) are doing pretty ok for now.