Let's try this again.

Anybody who just happened to be checking my blog last night between 10:30 and 11:15 might have seen an ever-evolving post with multiple pictures and a brief summary of recent events. Because the folks at blogspot make formatting posts a somewhat arduous task, because I'm still a rookie at this, and because I have some pride in my work, I couldn't get things to come out quite right. Therefore, I would post, edit, re-post, rinse, repeat. A lot. This, of course, leads to the painful realization that it's now 11:15, the alarm is still going off at 5:30, which is followed by some cursing and one big definitive delete before I stomp off to bed. I'm SO mature.

So here's what we're going to try. Whenever there's good stories to tell or anecdotes to share, I'll take the time to work on the literary side of things and maybe throw in a picture for good measure. If there's not a lot going on, I'll just flood the place with recent pictures of our girl. Deal? You actually don't have to agree to it if you don't want. It's going to happen anyway. Sucker!

Which brings us to the past week. Big things were happening for Ems, including her first halloween, her baptism and a historic presidential election. Halloween was quiet this year as Kate went off to work, leaving me, Ems, Moose and Piper to handle all candy distribution. With Ems napping and the dogs penned in the family room, that left me to witness the magic that is seven-year olds being driven by their parents from house to house to collect free candy. Next year I think we're just going to skip a step and inject all our trick-or-treaters directly with diabetes.

On a more positive note, Emily's baptism was a truly wonderful experience. Friends and family came from all over to share in her big day. She was mellow as can be during the service and even smiled and giggled when Rev. Fiddler poured the holy water over her head. Was she pleased being awash in the holy spirit? Was she laughing at our feeble attempts to curb her wicked potential? Only time will tell...

After church, everyone joined us back at Camp Sweatpants for food and merriment. It was wonderful to watch people politely elbow their way to the front of the line so they might hold our little girl. Kate and I felt truly blessed to be surrounded by so many caring and generous people. It's hard not to be optimistic about Emily's future knowing the love and support she will always have. She will be great and it will be because of all of you. 

In the meantime, we have our next appointment with the orthopedist four weeks from tomorrow. Not that we're counting. 

That's all. Pictures to follow.