Noise

John has developed a love of noise. He gravitates towards noisy toys. Even better than noisy toys are my pots and pans on my tile floor. There are some days where I hide in my room while the kids bang my pots and pans on my floor. Then John discovered he could drop the lids on the floor. Today he made an even better discovery - he can throw the lids on the floor. I lost it at that point and took away the lid so he found another lid. I am ready to lock up my cupboard. Unfortunately, Emma knows how to open the child proof locks.

John does not embrace all noise though. He hates my wheat grinder. He runs away crying. He is unsure about the vacuum cleaner and will hover close, but not too close while I am cleaning. So maybe he just likes the noise that he generates and not other people...

Today he also "played a game" with me. More like he thought we were playing a game. He would scream this awful high pitched scream. Then I would in all seriousness "shhh" him. He would smile and scream again. Repeat cycle. I was really trying hard to communicate my serious intent and it didn't seem to phase him at all. My only thought was, "is this the only time he will do this or is this permanent and will he do this at church?" Time will tell.

Imaginary Friends

Emma has 2 imaginary friends, at least the main characters anyway. There are some supporting cast.

1. Avrin

Avrin is a girl and her cousin. Avrin is older than Emma but Emma still walks around explaining things to her and teaching her things.

2. Chip

Chip is a 43 year old blue monster that helps Emma. Where ever Aaron goes, Chip goes. In fact they car pool together and work in the same building. Chip has a mother named Shrink and a father named Brother Shrink.

Emma tells countless stories of where Chip helps her. For example, she was getting eaten by a tiger and Chip helped her today.

At bedtime tonight it was Emma's turn to say the prayer. Sometimes she says the prayers so fast that you would think she was an auctioneer. Tonight she was saying the prayer v-e-r-y s-l-o-w-l-y. She paused after each word, and sometimes syllable. She even blessed Chip in her prayer. After she finished she explained that she didn't know how to say a prayer and so Chip helped her say the prayer. It really sounded like a prayer in primary where someone whispers into the ear of a small child. Aaron and I had a hard time not busting a gut.

The Social Security Office

Emma: I want to go to the social security [office].
Me: What do you want to do at the social security office?
Emma: Run around and play chase.
Me: [giggling]
Emma: I didn't tell a funny joke.

Three Years and Eight Months

At 3.66 years old, Emma has decided she likes the color pink. She informed me today that she likes pink, Dora the Explorer, and Cinderella (even though she hasn't seen it). She used to like green, but that "was a long time ago." A long time ago was last week. She still sometimes asks for a green plate for dinner, and then she will catch herself and ask for a pink plate. I think that she has succumbed to peer pressure at preschool or she has finally reached the pink-girly stage a little later than most girls (probably because she has me for her mom and not Aunt Mary like she wishes she would have for a mom.)

Whiskers

Emma: Do you have whiskers?
Dad: Yes, men have whiskers.
Emma: Do sometimes ladies have whiskers?
Dad: Yes, sometimes ladies have whiskers.

It Starts

John just came to me with the soap dispenser tube in his mouth. He climbed up a stool in the bathroom and knocked the soap in the sink spilling a bunch of it because the top was unscrewed. He grabbed the top, stuck it in his mouth and came out and found me.