Tuesday, February 28, 2006
Sample Emmie chatter
"Riley! Logan! You forgot your helmets!" (they were riding bikes)
"Logan! You forgot your blankie! Where's my blankie?"
"Mom! You forgot your slippers!" (anytime she finds them off my feet)
(she's getting bossy, can you tell)
"Mom, can we do school? Can I get my crayons and paper and do school?"
To top it off, she has a raspy voice still from last week's throat infection...
Sunday, February 19, 2006
Saturday, February 18, 2006
I'm willing to bet good cash money that churches will cancel tomorrow because of this - we'll see. I just wanted my Yankee kinfolk to see what shuts us down here in Rebel land.
Thursday, February 16, 2006
my articulate 2 year old
Wednesday, February 15, 2006
Things that make me happy to be a mom. Not a staged shot, just Emmie's idea of sharing with her "rockin-horthsey."
Do you even realize the significance of this? I just took this picture. It's 10:23pm, Logan is asleep in his bed, and this...this is "the blink"! This marks a turning point in the life of my 4 and 3/4 year-old son. After he quit sucking his thumb (for money, what else) he gradually became less addicted to the blink - and here it is, under the kitchen table for the night, a tribute to his fleeting childhood. Or something.
Tuesday, February 14, 2006
Today Logan went to Target with me and picked out two little Transformers - this is his rendition of one of them. He's FOUR! Check out the details.
Monday, February 13, 2006
L - Tomorrow I'm moving.
R - Where?
L - To Africa.
R - Which house in Africa?
L - The greenish-bluish one.
R - Is there a house beside it?
L - Well, one part is green and one part is blue.
R - But is there a house beside it?
L - Yeah, it's for my brother. (?)
R - Is there another house beside it?
L - Yeah, but another family lives there.
R - No, Logan, I have to live beside you!
L - No you don't.
R - Yes I do! This isn't fair, Logan!
L - Okay, but there's no more room in Africa.
R - Logan!
L - Okay, but I'm moving to Antarctica because there's space in Antarctica.
R - Where I can live?
L - Yeah, you can live aross the street.
R - And we'll eat a little bit of candy every day.
Now they're packing, but they won't let Emmie come.
Saturday, February 11, 2006
As I carried Emmie into the house (having - as usual - taken off her socks and shoes) I kissed her and said, "Oh, Em, I enjoy you." To which she promptly answered, "I enjoyed my lollipop." That was several days ago, and still fresh on her mind?
Tonight she said to Jeff "oh, Dad, where's your twinkle?" (pointing to his ring which is just like mine but without the diamond...) The little bug really takes in jewelry.
This is a look Emmie likes to achieve with whatever food material she has left after eating - this morning, for instance, the remnants of her Frosted Cheerios. She finds that smearing it over both hands and then running her hands through her hair and finally putting the bowl on her head helps her get that look that others pay 20 bucks or more for in products like "surf hair" or "hair putty" or "Got2bespiky".
Friday, February 10, 2006
I thought I'd show (for my mom and sisters especially who I'm sure despaired of me ever becoming a "lady") that Riley definitely has some of me in her - she has no compulsions about climbing in her dress.
So we're praying before bed, and Riley prays, "Dear God, please let it snow tomorrow, but if you choose not to let it snow then please don't let Logan have a bad heart - because sometimes he does - and don't let me have a bad heart either. Amen."
My poor little non-Yankee brood.
Thursday, February 09, 2006
I'm the pope of my home
Monday, February 06, 2006
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