what? when?

We go on "bacation" "lasterday".

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This morning I told Emma that she could get her shoes on

her reply: "oh, thank you mama... thank you for supporting me"

animal sounds

doing animal sounds with emma...

me: i'm a snake! sssssssss....

emma: i'm a fish! fff----shhhhh....

CHEESE!!!

dreaming?

This morning at around 5:00 a.m. John woke up to find Emerson sitting on the floor near my side of the bed. Her head was down. Creepy. John asked, "Emma, what are you doing and how long have you been sitting there?" She slowly stood to her feet and just started at us. Even creepier! Wanting to verify that it wasn't some creepy demon, I asked, "Are you really Emma?" (She said something in reply, but John and I were too out of it to remember exactly what it was.) Then, she crawled up into bed with me for the next couple hours.

When John's alarm went off for him to get up and get ready for work, Emma stated matter-of-factly, "I need to get my socks and shoes on." John said, "Um, why do you need your socks and shoes?" Emma's response: "So we can go get tacos."

Random.

pay the bills (part II)

John ran our rent check to the apartment office. Emma didn't realize he had left. She was running around our home "Where'd daddy go??" I replied, "He went to go pay the bills." Without skipping a beat, "Oh, he go to work."

Close, Emma. Close.

pretty mama

As I was getting ready in front of the bathroom mirror, Emma came in to offer her two cents...

"You're pretty mama. That shirt is SO pretty. You are pretty too. And fluffy. And smelly... And yucky..."

Thanks, Punkin'

caught red-handed

This is what I found when I ran into Emma's room to check on her after I finished my shower the other morning...