Glue

Emma had an obsession with tape, using it to fix things. She has matured in her old age and now uses glue stick... sometimes appropriately... sometimes, less so. She did use the glue stick to fix a flap in a lift-a-flap book. She was quite meticulous for a 3 year old. I was impressed. I went back later to really fix it but what she did worked.

Today Emma broke one of her dress up shoes. Part of the bottom was already cracked and today it broke off completely. She was heart broken that she now had one flat shoe. She was so quiet in my room for a long time and then she suddenly appeared with glue stick (about 1/4 inch thick) on the inside of the shoe, announcing that she had fixed her shoe. I don't even think it will dry clear by morning.

The Whistle

Emma went to a birthday party last night and came home with a whistle. I was shocked. Oddly enough Emma didn't know what a whistle was. I have been very careful to remove whistles from our lives. Last night she got to it before I could. Once she figured out what it did, she giggled all the way home. She was about crying she was laughing so hard.

I laid down a ground rule - no whistles in the house. So this morning she wanted to go for a walk so she could whistle. In fact she would rather whistle than ride her bike. So I jogged around the neighborhood with the kids in the stroller with Emma whistling at 8:45am. I will go down in history as a rockin' mom and a horrible neighbor.

St. Patrick's Day

We celebrated St. Patrick's Day by eating a Mexican-American-Irish-Granola meal. We had Salsa Verde burgers with sweet potato fries and had a green smoothie for dessert. I am pretty sure that there wasn't anything Irish in that meal but there was the whole verde, guacamole, green smoothie and potato (even if it was sweet) aspect to it so I am going to call it Irish. We told Emma that if you don't wear green then someone can pinch you. We proceeded to pinch her anyway. The best part was Aaron wanted to wear green because he was afraid the kids in his primary class would pinch him. Luckily there were no attempts made on his bum.

The Cold

Aaron: I am going to take John on a jog. Do you want to come?
Emma: No, I want to stay nice and warm in this house.

Currently, it is 64 degrees outside. Genetically, Emma and John are engineered to be happy at 70 degrees. John would probably object to the jog but since he can't talk, he's going. Talk about motivating to learn to talk.

Classic

Yesterday Emma had some great ones:

Me: Emma, please sit with your bottom in the chair.
Emma: I can't. It hurts my skeleton.

I hear something suspicious and asked Emma what she was doing. Her reply was, "Mom, don't look at me." Translation: "I am doing something you wouldn't like." She had spilled cheerios all over the diaper bag and carpet. She was attempting to half eat them and half clean them up.

On Sunday John was beyond tired and crying and whining and we got him to bed as fast as humanly possible to stop the torture on both sides. In the hurry, we forgot to brush John's teeth. Emma just about had a melt down at the thought of not brushing John's teeth that night. We always brush our teeth before we go to bed and that was just too much to handle at the thought of breaking routine. Oddly enough, she is okay breaking routine when it comes to her going to the bathroom before bed time - totally unnecessary.

All Done

John can say "all done" now. I was trying to teach him the sign for all done and instead he now says the words. This morning was the first time he said it when he was all done with breakfast of his own volition as opposed to saying it after I had said it. This is the first time that I have seen him say something on purpose using the correct meaning. I have suspected that he can say mom, dad, no, and Emma but wasn't quite sure because he make those babble sounds a lot.

With Emma her first word of similar circumstances was "no" when I dunked her head under the water at the pool. When I was about to do it a second time she looked me squarely in the eyes and forcefully said "NO!" It was too clear to be mistaken for any other meaning. It kinda freaked me out and there was no way I could in good conscience dunk her again.

Fast Sunday

I asked Emma to come to the table to eat lunch. She was playing with something at the time. She looked up and said, "No, I am not eating lunch today because it is Fast Sunday." It was Monday or Tuesday. Apparently Fast Sunday meets her goal of playing as much as possible. She was disappointed when I told her she doesn't get to fast just yet.