I'm a sore loser

So, Daniel has dropshots and I have my blog.

I would prefer to blog about an event before the pictures go up on dropshots, because in my head, dropshots supplements the blog. I never put all the pictures up on my blog, so dropshots is where you can go to see the rest of the story. The only problem is that updating dropshots is about the easiest thing in the world and takes only 5 seconds, while posting on my blog takes a little more time. In the end, my blog is always behind the game, I get bitter, and then I don't want to blog. This isn't an excuse why I don't update this thing regularly, it is only an explanation why, because of my husband, for right now, you will miss out on how funny our daughter is...

Hopefully I will get over this soon, so I can fill you in on the above story.

But, luckily for me and my blog, Daniel has been out in the field this week playing G.I. Joe, so I get to post our canoe trip first. Haha! (Too bad this is an imaginary game that only I am playing.)

We have been going a little stir crazy and didn't want to make the hour drive down to Wilmington on Sunday, so we ventured to our local marina to rent a canoe. We have been wanting to go, but we thought there was an age limit for some reason. Turns out, there isn't! I have to admit, I was a little nervous. Our child never stops moving, and the last place I wanted to be when Emily got impatient was a 30 minute paddle back to the dock. She actually sat so still, I thought something was wrong with her at one point. I think she really enjoyed it, even though the look on her face didn't convey it sometimes.

We recently bought her one of those puffy vests for winter, and she is always tugging at it. I'm surprised she didn't have a problem with the life vest. She never once tried to get it off.

She sat in between Daniel's legs like this for quite a while. I think she could feel the canoe rocking and was nervous to move.

She finally got a little more comfortable with it and decided to move around.

She absolutely hates to get her hands dirty -- she is such a girl! She had to show me the dirt.

She frantically brushed her hands off until it was all gone.

Finally at the end, she was ready to help Daddy paddle.

She was one dedicated paddler.