Kisses for Nana

In anticipation of a trip to see his sick Nana, with the help of a bowl of applesauce Emmett and his dad rehearse Emmett's kissing technique.

Emmett got the chance to squeeze in a few precious Nana kisses but, sadly, Nana lost her battle with cancer. Everyone misses her. A lot.

Emmett's parents believe that Heaven has internet access (with a data transfer rate of, like, a gazillion Mbps), so the stranmccann posts will continue. They have to. Nana was one of the main reasons this blog was created, and unconfirmed reports suggest that she checked it 5 to 6 times a day. Who's to say that won't continue?

So, Nana, we thought you might be interested in an outtake from one of Emmett's earlier kiss rehearsal sessions. Thank goodness for experimentation and the discontinuation of unsuccessful trials. This kiss was not Nana-worthy, and was a reaction befitting a child who has just kissed weird, mustachioed, non-bathing, 2-packs-a-day, gingivitic Great Uncle Herb.

Beyond the acceptable limit of toddler affection

Emmett's mom applies a mild deterrent to Emmett's kissyface behaviour (for which, incidentally, his dad is also a victim), but her efforts are met with little to no success.

While a rather distasteful habit, it could be worse. Hey, at least he's not dealing smack.