Who Knew Graham Crackers Were So Messy To Eat?!

Emmy has been a fountain of new adventures these past two weeks! She ate crackers for the first time (picked it up off her tray and immediately started munching, as if she'd been waiting for a graham cracker for ages!) and made her first attempts at a sippy cup this week as well. She's figured out she can get a drink, but gets mighty frustrated when the water doesn't come out. The art of tipping-thy-head-back hasn't been mastered yet. When Keith takes the cup to try to help her, she let's out a shriek of independence! He got a kick out of that. She is rolling all over the place now...nothing is out of reach. There have been a few times that we've gone to get her out of bed, and she's facing an entirely different direction than where we originally put her. She's such a wiggleworm...constantly squirming, rolling, and winding around to get where she thinks she needs to be. Em's becoming quite the chatterbox, and I'm trying so hard to get her to start using some hard consonant sounds...especially, "ma-ma-ma". I could have sworn I heard it on Friday morning, but she didn't repeat it (and was looking at the cat when she said it). Oh well...