Emmet, hand me that block.

David read an article that says by one year, Emmet should be able to hand a block over when we say “Emmet, hand me that block!” So…the clock is ticking. I have to say, I think he is close. Last night, I was drinking a beer, and Emmet grabbed the neck and put the top of the bottle in his mouth. After a few moments of salivating into my beer, I said, “Emmet, can I have some?” and the boy took the bottle out of his mouth and pushed the lip of the bottle into my mouth and tilted it up. What a smart boy! We’re definitely close.

On a separate note, I fit into my skinny jeans today. They were in the give away pile and I thought, maybe to just give it one more try. I feel attractive today for the first time in a long time. Yay.