Just before Cora was born, Emmett hit a growth spurt. He suddenly got solid – heavy for the first time, filling out his long, lean little body. He really did become a big boy right as he was becoming a big brother.
Right after his sister was born, he got his very first hair cut:
He got to hold his baby sister:
AND he learned to go potty on the potty:
He also had his first head injury. It was minor, but it sure scared me! He hit his head on his bedroom window and broke it, cutting his head. It was the first time I had all three kids by myself. Thankfully, Henry was a huge help, Rick was only a few minutes away, and no stitches were needed. Emmett wasn’t upset by it at all – he didn’t even cry. He’s a tough kiddo, and I have a feeling it was just the first of many minor (but potentially bloody) injuries to come with my little fearless adventurer. I better get tougher though, since I can handle poop or vomit all day long, but just seeing a bloody nose makes me dizzy.
Two is really such a great age. Fortunately with Henry and so far with Emmett, we have had none of the “terrible twos” (three was another story, however). Don’t get me wrong, Emmett’s very independent and I hear an awful lot of, “Emmett do it, Mommy!” But he is very funny and charming, and such a delight most of the time.
Love the glasses! And sorry about the bump– they sure are scary!
I wish I had two pairs of those glasses, Annie. I’d totally have the boys be Jake & Elwood (the Blues Brothers) for Halloween!