life in alaska

Riley - My favorite thing in the whole world is Etta (name for six-week old pup.)
Emmie - My favorite thing in the whole world is biscuits (what we were having with Julie Riley's Incredible Egg Casserole.)
Riley - Yeah, my favorite is Etta and biscuits.
Logan - Your favorite thing should be God! (good little pharisee)
Emmie - My favorite things are biscuits and God.

We got a dog. A pup. She's great! And crazy. She has gotten stuck under the porch about 4-5 times and has to be coaxed or dug out (I think she can't find her way out or something.) She keeps getting her head stuck between the rails of the porch. She cries when left alone, eats sleeps and poops. And the kids are insane with joy over her. I think we named her Etta (after Etta James, who we sometimes dance to as a family - you know, "At last my love has come along..." that song?)

I'll have to put pictures of her on - she's half border collie, quarter black lab and quarter australian shepherd. She's six weeks, and such a little momma's baby! For some reason I make her really happy.

"Mom! Your stomach is HUMONGOUS!" - Logan

"Momma, when are they gonna cut your tummy off?" - Emmie (I don't think she gets the C-section concept)

"How many ya got in there?" - strange man at the hardware store

Logan just said "Emmie won't wake up. She sure is Sleeping Beauty sometimes!" (She's been sleeping all afternoon, sleeping off her big morning at church.)

Today Logan and Riley had a bit of a skirmish. After all was said and done Jeff had them both ask forgiveness of each other, then said "Go ahead and hug each other. And Logan, give Riley a kiss on the cheek." Logan didn't want to, so Jeff said, "Okay, then Riley, you kiss Logan on his cheek." Logan burst into tears, wailing "I just hate kissing! I just don't want her to kiss me!" I laughed out loud (until then I was really kind of upset with both of them over the little incident...) I guess he's discovered the childhood fear of girls having cooties.

CLICK HERE to hear the crazy Em.

Emmie has a new devil-baby voice that she does and it cracks everyone up. We can't do "the voice" so it's her own special talent. When she does "the voice" she will say (over and over) "Wikki-wikki-bam-bam!" I don't know what this means. I don't know where this came from.

Just now I asked her, "Emmie, where does the word 'wikki-wikki-bam-bam' come from?"

Her immediate reply, "It comes from Target!"

I have no earthly idea.

Her other new talent is burping like an old man after a beer. It's insanely loud and long and then she just laughs! It's hard not to just laugh with her. Which I did the first many times. Only then did I realize that this burp would soon show up in contexts not to my liking if I didn't start to say motherly things like "it's not polite to burp like that" and "say excuse me if you burp." She is seriously becoming our class clown.