For someone who is mere days old, Emily sure has a heavy social calendar. This past weekend she attended her first wedding, and also had her first barbecue at the house. We sort of had our hands full, or else we'd have pictures of Renee, Meg, Gretchen, and more taking turns holding her. She's had a nonstop stream of visitors. Gretchen has been over here more in the last 2 weeks that in the preceeding 6 years. And if that wasn't enough, Nana and Grampa Sullivan are coming into town on Wednesday to hang out with Emily. We learn more and more about each other every day. Today, for example, we realized she inherrited dad's crazy legs syndrome. CLS is a rare disease that affects pretty much just me and apparently my offspring, and it strikes right as you climb into bed. You are bowled over with an uncontrollable need to, put simply, go crazy with your legs. Treatments include: the upside-down invisible bicycle, the see-how-long-you-can-flex-your-legs for, and the get up and run around for a while. Severe cases are prescribed a series of cocktails (what else are you gonna do? can't sleep...), but i dont think Emily is ready for that quite yet. It's awful cute, though, watching her wrinkle her brow and kick at the air. It's okay, sweety. Daddy understands....
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