Firsts

We all have firsts in our life. Our first word. Our first step. Our first day of school. Our first trip on a plane. The list continues throughout our lives. At six weeks, Emry has already had lots of firsts:

First real bath. First walk. First trip to the library. First smile. First trip to Home Depot (which she slept through). And first time at church. This past week we added a couple of more.

Okay, we confess. She had her first taste of ice cream. Probably won’t tell the pediatrician that. And maybe it makes us terrible parents (although no worse than my Aunt Peggy who dipped her sons’ pacifiers in chocolate bars and fed them diluted Jello in their bottles)…we just couldn’t resist. I dipped her pacifier in a little bit of vanilla and gave it to her. Yes, she’s a fan…and can’t wait to visit Goldenrod in New Hampshire.

She also had her first trip to South Park, the park where Papa whiled away his young hours. We went on the swings for the first time. And then we took a walk. At first, the walk was a bit traumatic. How dare they pave the walkway smooth? This is Pittsburgh after all! The city of potholes, bumpy roadways and no straight lines. Being a native, Emry doesn’t like smooth. So, we had to go off roading in the grass in the stroller that has been well worth the money invested. In Pittsburgh, you need shocks on your stroller. And, if you’re Emry, all the bums and dips and hard knocks will put you right to sleep.

 Swinging with Papa.

 In her new dress Aunt Jenny made.

Napping on the blanket from Grandma Sturm.