life in alaska

We played outside a lot today, enjoying the 70-plus degree weather (sorry, all my Yankee fam). Emmie heard a child crying and said, "Huh? What's that? Oh, it's just the macaroni school." Meaning, the "Montessori school" next door to us...

Overheard today:

Emmie - I just love my blanket. Riley, I just love my blanket.
(Riley doesn't even look up.)
Emmie - Logan, I just love my blanket.
(Logan ignores her.)
Emmie - Riley, I just love you.
(Still nothing.)
Emmie - Logan, I just love you.
(Nothing.)
Emmie - I just love my mom, and my dad, and Riley, and Logan, and my blanket.
(At this point I had to come in and say "I love you too, Em!" and Ri and Logan finally answered...)

Last night Emmie and I went to McD's playland and shared the joy of ice cream. One little convo went like this.

Me - Emmie, when the babies are born will you want to rock them and tell them stories?
Em - Yes. I'll tell them about dinosaurs. Do babies like dinosaurs?
Me - I think so.
Em - (With a devilish grin) I'll tell them about bad dinosaurs. Are babies scared of bad dinosaurs?
Me - I don't know. Do you want them to be scared?
Em - (thinks about it for a while.) Well, maybe I'll just tell them about good dinosaurs.

My hope is that she's coming round to the idea of two little brothers. Her first reaction wasn't so happy about that.