Before I Forget

Before I forget, I want to write down the things Emily has been saying lately. I hope that my 5 faithful readers will understand that I write this blog mostly because I want to document these things because my memory gets worse and worse every day!

Any almost 3 year old is going to be fascinated with the packages under the Christmas tree. Emily is especially interested in the biggest box, which happens to be a gift for Dee’s dad. The first few days after we wrapped the presents, she was constantly asking if she could open it. We would say “No, that’s for Papa.” I guess she got tired of hearing “No,” so she eventually tried a different tactic…One evening, I noticed her sitting on the big present. With this sweet, innocent look in her eyes, she said, “Hey, Mama,” and I said, “What, Emily?” She looked up at me and said, “I am Papa….” Well, her tactic didn’t work, but I sure got a good laugh out of it!

Emily loves to give me haircuts. She can use any toy, a plastic fork, a car, a magnet, a cell phone, as a comb, pair of scissors, and spray bottle. She puts a blanket around my neck and tells me to look at my toes. Then she styles away. When I ask her if my hair is pretty, she says, “Not yet…you’re not beautiful yet.” I don’t get my feelings hurt because when she finally finishes, she tells me “Now you’re soooo beautiful, Mommy!” And here’s a warning for my bro and BILs: I have already been telling Emily that she will have to give Uncle Brandon, Uncle Ben, and Uncle Collin all haircuts when we are at Grammy’s house. Be Prepared!!!

Sadly, she has had a few bad dreams. Two nights ago, she woke up screaming “I WANNA GO HOME!!!” Her dad went to check up on her, and she told him that she had a “bad dweam.” Over the course of the next day, she started telling me about the dream. There was a reindeer under her bed, and it scared her. And there were flags waving in the wind, and the flags scared her. Poor baby, I’ve been trying to figure out where she has seen something scary involving mean reindeer and terrorizing flying flags, but I can’t think of it. Let me know if you have any ideas!

Since the little rascal is constantly getting into things, I am constantly asking here where things are. Here are some examples of our conversations:
MT: Emily, where are the wipes?
ET: They should be over there.

MT: Emily, where are my keys?
ET: They should be in the diaper bag.

MT: Emily, where is your sippy cup?
ET: It should be in here.

I don’t know what it is with “should be,” but she loves to use this phrase over and over again!

Well, that should be enough typing for now; I still have 5 more things I wanted to remember, and maybe I’ll post on those later.