Here are the ever so adorable pictures of my no so little girl . As I said before I just couldn't pick well . . . Emma couldn't pick which one she liked more.

Here is my happy sunshine girl

Look at this sweet little face

These next pictures I wanted to put make them an heirloom by having Emma wear some antique jewelry that has been passed down for four generations. Emma is wearing a round locket that was my grandmothers on my mothers side of my family and a ring on her left thumb that has a little diamond and the letter "L" for my maiden name and my father side of my family. I remember when I was a little girl I would more than often ask to where my mother's locket with our four family pictures in it. I would always feel so special and privilege to try on the locket I felt that it was even more special because it had been loved by ancestors before me. When I was six or seven my mother passed it down to me as a timeless Christmas gift

I love this little profile

the hunt!

Pure Bliss

This is Emma and Her Lamby that uncle Chris gave her for Easter

On Easter morning Emma had a little visit from E. Bunny. Of course, she wasn't sure what all the commotion was about but she enjoyed every bit of the attention and excitement. Emma was so lucky to get Two Easter dresses. ( Okay Okay Emma picked them out herself and I just couldn't say no partially because I never had an Easter Dress so I compensated for both of us) You"ll have to check out the coming up blog of Emma all dressed up for Easter. These are pictures of Emma's First Easter Egg hunt.

Emma with her Bed head of hair

ooo I hear some thing good in their

This blog is brought to you by the letter "D"

Yes, todays blog is brought to by the letter "D" as is in my

Darling. . .
Dearest . . .
Daughter . . .
Delightfully. . .
Dined on . . . the letter
"D"

Yes the letter "D" . I was organizing my scrapbooking supplies in hope that I might see the desk top of my ever so missed crafting table this afternoon, and Emma was delightfully picking through what ever scraps she could find merely only tasting each color she found. Then when my back was turned ever so slightly, she shoved a now drooling, damp, die-cut, of a dusty-blue letter "D" I of course started to retrieve what ever I could get from her mouth but in her rebellion she swallowed all but a tiny scrap of my 2 1/2 inch letter "D". Dagnabit @#*@ I thought well here's to extra fiber in her diet and I though the Dang "D" had taken its course when I could tell it was a little stuck . . . well she wasn't in distress, so what won't come up, must go down with delicous apple juice.

I had to chuckled a little to myself because all I could think of was Seseame Street and Cookie Monster eating the letter "D" which is ever more silly because Emma has to play with her Cookie Monster giggle toy ever time I change her diaper. Today we learned from Seseame Street a lesson we didn't want to learn! "C" is for crazy that's good enough for me! I hope everything goes through Digestive tract Okay

ode to joy

Do you know this Woman?


My wife is funny, genuine, patient, sincere, and just plain good. I miss her when I am away from the house everyday more than she will ever know. She is such a wonderful mother to our child and friend to me. I am never truly at peace until she is at rest. I love her more everyday. Words are weak to discribe my true gratitude and adoration for her. I will love her beyond every tomorrow. She is my JOY.

Laundry Day!

Sometimes things pile up, and we are lucky in such times to have such a great little helper! Who else would give us the chance to refold, as often as our little Emma does!
It is a lot harder to try and take pictures of such as active moving target. All the world is a game for our little one at this point. This is her 9 month Teddy Bear picture, compare and see how much our baby has grown.

The cutest little profile in all the world.
The expression on her face reminds us both of her Grandpa Allred. We love you Grandpa!
Emma will always be our little princess.
The Bluest Eyes. . .

New mode of transport!

So Emma has really done it this time. . .


As you can tell by the footage we have a little crawler now! I know that we are in big trouble now, but hey we are excited for her. Sad in a way, but happy for her she has been so frustrated not getting around! We love our little sunshine!

A Great Meal and a Broken Pony! Happy Birthday!

We spent Saturday night out on the town in Celebration of Mom Latham's birthday. We had big plans for the night. . . Mom has always loved Ford Mustangs, so we talked to a dealer and set up a test drive. They do not sell a lot of these cars in the winter. (they are rear wheel drive and we are in Salt Lake). So the dealer was gun hoe. We chose the most beautiful car on the lot, a hot red number with a glass roof, hood scoop, and a sweet spoiler. The test drive was a ride to never be forgotten. . . I will tell you about it in a minute. We went to dinner first though.

Mom has always wanted to go the Roof Restaurant downtown near Temple Square in the Joseph Smith Memorial Building. It was a gourmet buffet beyond compare, with breathtaking views and a very calm little Emma. . . by the grace of God alone. The above picture was taken just outside the Roof after dinner. Awesome. It was the best place in Utah to eat with world class deserts that Matt almost single handily at all of.


So back to our test drive. Mom had no clue about the car thing, or she never would have let us do it. We arrived and she was a good sport though, and chose the car she would want. Well the dealer brought us the keys and the engine was dead. "It has been sitting for a long time because of the snow" seemed like a good reason for that. We headed out and let me tell you this car was beautiful on the interior as well. Mom noticed the "check engine light is on" about a block into our trip. dealer . . ."oh um, well it is most likely from the dead battery" "I will shut it off once we get back" So we didn't think to much about it, and got on the freeway. The car beeps at us concerning low fuel. . .Mom says "the fuel light is on" dealer says "oh really well just push the info button and see how far we can go. . . so I push the button and it says zero miles. Dealer says oh bummer we better get back fast exit here, we are a little over a mile away by now. So we exit and get back on the freeway and sure enough we start to sputter run out of gas while exiting by the dealership. At this point the guys says "shift into neutral and don't stop to hard it will slosh the gas away from the tank" We all sat there and wondered why we had to have this lesson on how to run out of gas from this guy, but then it gets better. . . as we stop mom notices the the car is running really hot. . . mom says "I think it is overheating" dealer "no it's not" mom "the gauge says so" dealer "you must be reading the wrong gauge" mom "this is not my first car and I can read a gauge, H for Hot C for Cold!" dealer "silence". So at this point we are half a block away and need to go through one more light making a left turn, as we approach the light it starts to starts to turn red and mom thinks she needs to go right instead of left. . . As we approach the intersection the dealer "turn here, NO not right LEFT, GO THROUGH THIS LIGHT" mom "what oh oh oh". . . So mom ends up half way through in intersection and the car kills (it was a stick). Traffic is coming and we fire it up, as smoke pours out of the new shinny hood from the overheating issue. Dealer . . . "silence". Mom makes a turn into the dealership and parks right away. We make awkward goodbyes and he gives us silly excuses and we drive off laughing. Not a way to sell cars. Still a funny story.