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.

The Y Chromosome

John laughs after he burps. It must be hard coded into the Y chromosome.

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.