It's of equal importance to Terry and I ... maybe and to Uncle John, that Emerson does not get my motor skills. It's always a joke to anyone that knows me that part of my job includes teaching children motor coordination skills. Since I have none. And got to stay home from almost every field day of my elementary aged life. And the ones I had to attend I cowered through. So we are starting young ensuring that Emerson gets in some good practice.
Please also notice in the background the sweet kitchen that my mom gave Emerson for Christmas. She loves it and can often be found stirring up something in a pot with her spoon. Or the best is when I go to pack her lunchbox and I find a cloth baked potato or watermelon slice that she has put in there while playing at her kitchen. As a sidenote, we love this little lunch pail. I love that it is old school, and that it is the perfect size for the containers I send her lunch in...that can be for another post; and that when you open it up, one side of it is a chalkboard so we can write her love notes.