The guy loves some watermelon.

Hangin at Nana Connie's house

The neighborhood is filled with beautiful Catholic Churches. Emmitt believes they are his play ground.

You need water in this city, since it is always 90degrees. Dada brought Emmitt this water treat.

Lunch at the local brew pub

Go Pokes!

YUP, another tongue picture!

Dada comes home! His first day back! YAY!

Ooops! Do you see what I see?

Monkey turns 17 months and Dada comes home!

Emmitt is now 17 months old. He is 23 lbs heavy and 32 inches tall. He is as active as ever (I know shocking). He continues his monkey ways by climbing on all the furniture, trying dare devil moves like jumping from the end table to the couch. He loves to climb on the dining room table and of course finds himself to be really amusing when I say "NO!". He is learning new words and things all the time. I am always amazed when he imitates something we do. Yesterday he grabbed my toothbrush and started spitting. His most frequently said words are "Hot, star, Meow Meow, Bow wow, Baba, Mama, Dada, and Ball". He has started to become a bit more picky about food, although continues to love salt and vinegar. He has about a pickle a day and won't turn down a Pirates Booty cheese puff. He loves it when I eat, which I find to be both cute and annoying. He always wants to try whatever I have and then demands he get the spoon, tries to feed me, and himself. The process wouldn't be so bad, except I always end up with food all over me. Emmitt enjoys his new neighborhood. His most favorite past time is to walk (or run when he is trying to get me to say the "no" word) down the street chasing balls, trash, or what have you.

SO, I have been trying to finish this post for the past 2 weeks. I have to throw in the towel and just give the people what they want....EMMITT. Sorry Jo, I know I promised this forever ago.