Ice Skating and Updates

I am so totally on top of this blog thing. I don't completely forget about it and then have to try to remember what happened over the last ten days... no, not me at all. It's a good thing the only person reading this is my mom. Hi Mom!

Last Friday John's company had a morning get-together at our local outdoor ice-skating rink. I made cupcakes, because it's what I do:
I used a new cupcake recipe from Magnolia bakery and was unimpressed. The icing was interesting, very sugary, but the cupcakes were really dry. I am not crazy about those cupcakes cousin.

Because I think ahead and am a totally responsible parent, I did not anticipate that an ice skating rink would be cold. Luckily I had a hat for Emery in the bottom of the diaper bag.
My intellect is astounding.

All in all we had a good time. I got to put faces to the names of all of the people John talks about at work, we met Google celebrities and their families, and Emery tried to attack another baby bigger than her:Okay, so maybe she was being nice this time...

In other news, John sold his camera, so I have no more pictures of our adventures for the week. Hopefully the new and improved camera will be here soon. Until then I am forbidden from allowing Emery to do anything cute, lest we miss a photo opportunity. In response Emery has started crawling in the good, old-fashioned, all-fours kind of way. She still prefers scooting for those times when she HAS to get to the bird cage fast before Mom realizes where she is, but she is making little trips with her new crawl.

Yesterday she learned how to pull to sitting by herself. This skill scares me because she can pull to standing in her crib from a sit. I think the first item on the agenda today will be lowering the crib again. Because I am short, this stinks and means even more awkward bending over to get her in and out of said crib.

We put a moratorium on sleep training while Emery was sick and are now dragging out feet about starting again now that she is almost completely better (stupid cough...). Yes, it will be better in the long run. Yes, I might actually be able to start writing my thesis. No, I am not looking forward to losing sleep in the meantime. So, maybe she really is still sick, I mean that cough doesn't sound good...