Wagon

We love it when Daddy is around to play. He thinks up fun things like convincing Emerson to sit in his wagon and be pulled around. I'm not sure why, but I can't help but maul this little boy with kisses when he's just in a onesie. Maybe it's his pudgy little arms and thighs (which are sadly thinning out!). At least he still has dimples for knuckles though.

Trying to decide if he likes what Daddy has convinced him to do.

"Are you seriously taking another picture of me for the blog!?"

Trying to pull himself. :)

"Wagon" is just one of the many words Emerson throws out during the day. I feel like in the past two months he's just had an explosion of words. It kind of freaks me out sometimes because he'll throw out a word like "mirror" or "toothpaste" that I didn't even know he knew. It usually just makes me laugh and then I have to tell him he's a smart boy. We've been calling him our little copycat. He was actually able to say his own name a week or two ago, but still won't do it without a lot of convincing. I think we're entering into the terrible twos slowly but surely because he's got a defiant little attitude sometimes. We sure love our little man.