Emma

Emma is annoying with a capital A. Having said that, she is also one of the funniest people I've ever met. She never EVER stops talking. Ever. So, to capture her, I thought I should just type everything she says for the next few minutes. I assume this will be mind numbingly boring to anyone other than her parents, but it doesn't seem to stop other bloggers so..... (kidding!!). I like the idea of doing this blog like a journal for my kids.

Here we go...

She has pushed a vacume attachment on to her hand and is saying "Bacume, bacume, bacume" as she rubs it all over me.

"does your ponytail hurt"

"no"

"does it hurt when i walk?"

"no"

"oh, i thought it would hurt when i walk away"

"i thought it was hurting. Does this hurt?" (pushing her finger in my cheek)

"are you going to bacume daddy when he gets home?"

"yes....(huge smile).. he will love it"

now she is talking into the vacume attachment like a megaphone but it's having the opposite effect so i don't respond.

goes outside.

comes running back "there's mail!! there's mail!!"

"go get it"

"ok!" drops attachment and runs outside.

has been gone a long time.....i go to get her. she is standing at the top of the stairs just smiling.

"mom! i got mail - the mailman gave me this mail. he doesn't have a house"

peering suspicioulsy down the street after him.

"can you read this magazine?"
"this is where cars go" (holding up a direct tv ad featuring a van)

proceeds to pull apart every page of the junk mailers and express pure joy at every page.

has laid out all the newspaper pages on the floor.

"look at all of these sitting down. these are mine"

"what is that?" (the costco flyer thats kind of like an envelope)

"its a thing to put in somethin"

she shoves the direct tv ad into it and hands it to me

"here's snail mail!" in a high pitch voice

pulls in back out and hands me the ad

"here's your present!" high pitch voice again

reads the direct tv ad as though they are rules

"you're in trouble!"

"what? why?"

"because you hit me! you hit me!"

"what are you talking about?"

"at school, you hit me"

"um"

"you hit me"

"can i just say sorry"

"yes - you're not in trouble anymore"

walks around - comes back

"you're in trouble"

"again?"

"yeah, because you hit me and pinched me when you picked me up from school yesterday" (yesterday was Sunday)

"hmmm"

"why did you hit me and pinch me?"

And that is a glimpse of life with Emma. I typed everything word for word for about 2 minutes or so.

i refuse to proof read.

Let's try this again!

Now that the election is over - I thought I'd try this blogging thing again. Mostly because Jeff is always saying "write that down!" - and I don't. So now, I might!