There really never is a shortage of Emery-isms I could share. This kid says something highly entertaining or strange about every hour. Here are some of the funniest from the past few days:
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| Emery and her ballet teacher, Miss Lucy. Does she not look identical to Jasmine on Parenthood!!?? |
"Emery! Do not bite your brother's ear!" (as he begins screaming at her. Yes, he's already adept at yelling back at her if she bugs him enough)
"Why?"
"Would you like me to bite your ear?"
"No, I don't think so."
"I didn't think so. Now, apologize to Bubba for biting him and don't do it again."
"But mom, when I bit Rudolph's ear, he started singing to me."
"Oh my. That's silly. Rudolph does sing when you touch his ear, Bubba doesn't. Please don't try it again."
With Bubba down for a nap this morning and Emery playing in her room, I decided to crunch some numbers and get to work on the dreaded monthly budget we always neglect. As I was finishing paying bills, Emery comes in riding Bebe, her pony and wants me to play with her.
"Mom, I wanted to see if you wanted to ride on my horse with me and go on a trip."
"What kind of trip?"
"An adventure kind. I'd like you to come into my heart today mom."
"You'd like me to what?"
"I'd like you to come into my heart today. Jesus already did yesterday."
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| Meet Hip-Hop Santa Claus and her side-kick Ariel |
Cohen was already on the next prize and nowhere near the chair, but Abby's mom had to get on to her about how we treat our friends and especially babies. I'm across the room watching the interaction with a furrowed brow in concentration. Emery is directly in my line of sight -- although it's not her I'm watching.
In the middle of the lecture, she interrupts:
"Mom, I didn't do anything. Don't give me that look!"
Ha Ha. Yes! I've finally gotten the "Mom look" down.
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| New favorite place to try to climb and hide from me |
Bubba is not without his stories either. This little stinker has quite the personality, and if I had to guess, I'd imagine he's going to be the spitting image/personality of his father -- albeit with bright blue eyes. (Am I right Ruth Ann?)
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| My little man after his first big boy haircut |
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| Can you tell self-feeding is a hit? He looks like this everytime he eats, but he wouldn't have it any other way...messiness runs in our family! |
He is picking up on funny - but odd characteristics of Emery -- such as laying his head down on my lap or arm to cry when I tell him no -- hanging his head when scolded, and smiling a devilish grin when I ask him where he's going.
He's the explorer of the house right now and if we can't find him, we just listen for the little padding of his hands on all our hardwood floors to hear what room he's in. The two favorites are Emery's room, of course, and the master bathroom with the fluffy bath rug.
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| His favorite seat in the house |
This morning, while rushing around trying to get ready before story time at the library, Cohen is playing in our bathroom with the soft rug, Emery's on the floor next to me putting her shoes on and I'm trying to throw on clothes that still button and match. It gets eerily quiet in the bathroom, so I move to the doorway to see what Cohen is up to.
That's when I see him holding a strange, what looks like wet, object in his hands, about to land in his mouth. As I cross the five-feet between us in a leap, asking him what in the world he has (like he'd answer me!) - I realize with sudden horror and great amusement what it is.
Emery has a habit or going to the bathroom and either A)not flushing or B) not closing the lid or C) both. Apparently the habit was both this morning. Cohen -- in his debut with the toilet -- climbed up the toilet, reached in for a chunk of used toilet paper and had taken it back to his favorite rug to eat. Talk about disgusting!
I swiftly take it out of his hands before it hits his mouth, wipe off his hands and move to flush the toilet. Out of the corner of my eye, I notice something waving in the water as it's flushing. What's that, you say? Oh -- just Cohen. He had crossed the tiny room, climbed the toilet again and was swishing both hands in the toilet for more as its flushing -- pure ecstasy was on his face as the water splashed his hands as it went around and around and around .......
Guess what the lesson was today? Yep. No more lids up and flushing is mandatory!
Ey-Ey-Ey...... is it Friday yet?
Over and out --
