Terrible 2 1/2's?

Oh, Emma, you have begun to try our patience.  I don't know whether I should be proud that you are inquisitive and like to investigate everything or whether I should be embarrassed I haven't taught you to keep your hands to yourself while we are at other places!  You're like a dog who enters into a new place and it has to sniff everything before calming down.  You apparently have to TOUCH everything in a new place.

It's amazing to me that you can remember and learn so much so quickly, but then take forever to remember and retain other things.

One morning you came bounding into the bedroom, jumped into our bed, and started talking gibberish.  I said, "Emma, use real words please."  You said, "Can I say, 'blah, blah'?"  I said sure.  You said, "'Blah, blah' is an Emma word.  The other word isn't an Emma word."  I was intrigued so I asked what the other word was.  You said, "'Frickin.'  'Frickin' isn't an Emma word.  That's a mommy, daddy word."  Dad and I had to stifle laughs.  You were right on though!

Uncle Jeremy came up to visit Stella.  You, dad, and Jeremy went to get ice cream one night.  You came back screaming bloody murder!  When I asked what happened, Dad said you fell on the concrete, scraped your knee, but never dropped your ice cream!  There was no consoling you so we took pictures because all we could do was laugh.  It wasn't even bleeding.

Some random pictures.