It appears to be genetic. Emma asked me to put 3 shirts and a sweater on her today:
Monday, January 31, 2011
Apparently It Is Genetic
When I was little I would put on 10 shirts and as many pants as I could fit into at once. Then I would go play outside. When I got dirty, I would take one layer off and I would be clean again.
It appears to be genetic. Emma asked me to put 3 shirts and a sweater on her today:
What I would like to know, is which parent do I blame for this behavior of ours?
It appears to be genetic. Emma asked me to put 3 shirts and a sweater on her today:
Sunday, January 30, 2011
Tuesday, January 18, 2011
Illness, Sign Language and Scout Socks
This past week Emma brought home some bug that was a force to be reckoned with. She single-handedly took out both Aaron and I. On Monday I knew something was wrong because she just wanted to snuggle and she fell asleep on the way home from the grocery store. When she took an eternal nap - then I knew she was definitely sick. I rocked her for a while after she woke up and reveled in the snuggle time. When Aaron got home he was so excited that Emma just wanted to snuggle. He had reached nirvana - snuggling with Emma while rocking her and reading his book. His bliss was only slightly interrupted when Emma tossed her cookies all over him. He showered and was back to snuggling.
We enjoyed 2 days of snugglage before the sick monster reared its ugly head. We had been stuck inside for days on end (2) and both Emma and I were going stir crazy. So I broke down Friday (3 days after crazy set in) and bought Emma a shopping cart. Shopping cart: $15, Sanity: Priceless.
This past week I have been trying to teach Emma the sign for "please." She actually learned it. So now when she asks for something we make her say "please." Yesterday she all of a sudden whips out the sign for "milk" and "more" and "thank you" all on her own. We tried and tried and tried and tried and tried to teach her those signs last summer but with zero luck. She would hate it when we would touch her hands and she did not seem to respond to when we would do the signs. So we gave up. Periodically we have tried to do the signs with her but it was a less than half hearted effort. We figured we had been beaten. And that is when she just decided to do the signs on her own without any prompting from us. So this morning... she is totally using all of the signs. We finally have progress!
Scout Socks. Aaron has a pair of boy scout socks. They are green and thick and warm. When it is winter time I claim them as my own. Aaron fights that claim and now there is a new contender in the family. Emma wanted to wear them this morning.
You will note that the socks complete the outfit and combined with the hair - it is just too much for words.
We enjoyed 2 days of snugglage before the sick monster reared its ugly head. We had been stuck inside for days on end (2) and both Emma and I were going stir crazy. So I broke down Friday (3 days after crazy set in) and bought Emma a shopping cart. Shopping cart: $15, Sanity: Priceless.
This past week I have been trying to teach Emma the sign for "please." She actually learned it. So now when she asks for something we make her say "please." Yesterday she all of a sudden whips out the sign for "milk" and "more" and "thank you" all on her own. We tried and tried and tried and tried and tried to teach her those signs last summer but with zero luck. She would hate it when we would touch her hands and she did not seem to respond to when we would do the signs. So we gave up. Periodically we have tried to do the signs with her but it was a less than half hearted effort. We figured we had been beaten. And that is when she just decided to do the signs on her own without any prompting from us. So this morning... she is totally using all of the signs. We finally have progress!
Scout Socks. Aaron has a pair of boy scout socks. They are green and thick and warm. When it is winter time I claim them as my own. Aaron fights that claim and now there is a new contender in the family. Emma wanted to wear them this morning.
Wednesday, January 12, 2011
Dress Ups and Chocolate Pudding
A friend of mine gave me some hand-me-downs for Emma before Christmas. There is a variety of clothes in there. I forgot to put them away in the Christmas chaos and so they have been in my front room for quite some time. Emma started to play dress up with them. She has passed over the purple satin-y dress and the tutu with sequins. Nope, she goes for the orange and pink flower child outfit. As I type she has it wrapped around her shoulders. Occasionally she wants to actually put the clothes on.
Emma has been battling weight. Not what you might think... She hasn't gained any weight in 5 months. Maybe a few ounces. I have tried guacamole, butter on veggies, carne asada, lots of whole milk, hot dogs.... no luck. So today I broke down and gave her chocolate pudding after lunch since she ate all food groups. I have been worried about feeding her treats because she doesn't eat normal food so all I could imagine was that she would only eat treats once she tasted them. It appears that treats might be similar to food - not necessary for her existence. She liked the pudding, don't get me wrong, but she didn't finish it. She did however get a lot on her shirt then proceeded to cross her arms and get it all over her sleeves. She also managed to get it in her hair. I am expecting a trail of ants to her head when I get her up from her nap. I cleaned what I could out of her hair but it just seems to still be there.
Emma has been battling weight. Not what you might think... She hasn't gained any weight in 5 months. Maybe a few ounces. I have tried guacamole, butter on veggies, carne asada, lots of whole milk, hot dogs.... no luck. So today I broke down and gave her chocolate pudding after lunch since she ate all food groups. I have been worried about feeding her treats because she doesn't eat normal food so all I could imagine was that she would only eat treats once she tasted them. It appears that treats might be similar to food - not necessary for her existence. She liked the pudding, don't get me wrong, but she didn't finish it. She did however get a lot on her shirt then proceeded to cross her arms and get it all over her sleeves. She also managed to get it in her hair. I am expecting a trail of ants to her head when I get her up from her nap. I cleaned what I could out of her hair but it just seems to still be there.
Sunday, January 9, 2011
More Sunday Inventions
I love Sundays for the shear entertainment of "what will Emma do today since we can't go outside?" factor. Here is today's discoveries:
We introduced Emma to the spray bottle. It was love at third spray. Once she figured out how to spray herself, she went to town on drenching herself. Unfortunately I didn't take a picture of the final result. This was just the beginning. It looked like we had stuck her in the shower with her clothes on. She would mostly spray herself if the face and neck. Then she went for the ear. I stopped her at the point.
Why eat food when you can eat spoons?
Thursday, January 6, 2011
Mixed Feelings
I came down stairs to this:
My heart swelled at the thought of a future computer programmer . . . and then quickly sank when I realized Emma was using a Mac. A broken Mac, but a Mac nonetheless. Maybe we can give her our PC when it dies to train her up early in the way she should go.
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