Emmett woke up on his birthday and was pretty excited about his breakfast of a waffle with nutella and sprinkles. He said to me, "thats what I'm talking about!". Then later that day, I was trying to teach him how old he was. He couldn't remember the right answer. So, after a few practices, he says "so, my 2 1/2 went away?".
He thinks so differently, that he still catches me off guard and usually results in a laugh.
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Navigating life. Finding joy in my journey.
Sunday, May 29, 2011
Friday, May 27, 2011
Day 92
Idiots.
Every night my dogs, husband, and I go through a horrible routine. I tell drew goodnight and ask him to let the dogs out. I go get in bed (finally). Then the dogs come back in and they are supposed to get in bed. Molly goes in brooklyn's bed and Brooklyn tries to get in molly's. No way am I sleeping next to the loudest dog in America. So I have to get out of bed an tell Molly to go get in her's. Molly is afraid to walk around the bed as sometimes she takes the turn too fast and ends up spinning her "wheels". So she waits for me to stand by the closet, gesture with my hands (as if giving her the right of way) and tell her "go!" at least two times before she makes the turn, scratching the wood floor heading toward her bed. Then Brooklyn still doesn't know where to go, so I have to tell her where to go before she goes to lay down. There really isn't anywhere else they go. Why the confusion? I mean, REALLY!
Idiots.
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Every night my dogs, husband, and I go through a horrible routine. I tell drew goodnight and ask him to let the dogs out. I go get in bed (finally). Then the dogs come back in and they are supposed to get in bed. Molly goes in brooklyn's bed and Brooklyn tries to get in molly's. No way am I sleeping next to the loudest dog in America. So I have to get out of bed an tell Molly to go get in her's. Molly is afraid to walk around the bed as sometimes she takes the turn too fast and ends up spinning her "wheels". So she waits for me to stand by the closet, gesture with my hands (as if giving her the right of way) and tell her "go!" at least two times before she makes the turn, scratching the wood floor heading toward her bed. Then Brooklyn still doesn't know where to go, so I have to tell her where to go before she goes to lay down. There really isn't anywhere else they go. Why the confusion? I mean, REALLY!
Idiots.
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Friday, May 20, 2011
Day 91
Day 90
So, maybe not every day...it's been a while again since I posted.
This is a pic of Ali on her last day of preschool! Yay! We made it through. She even was brave enough the last 3 days to allow me to drop her off in the carpool line. She has grown immensely in the last year, even.
Quite happy to be with her Nonnie!
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This is a pic of Ali on her last day of preschool! Yay! We made it through. She even was brave enough the last 3 days to allow me to drop her off in the carpool line. She has grown immensely in the last year, even.
Quite happy to be with her Nonnie!
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Wednesday, April 27, 2011
Day 89
Ali did not want to go to school today. For a while, she wouldn't give a reason. She had already figured out that, due to the rain, there would be mud on the playground. Last time there was mud on the playground, she got yelled at for being in it/near it. That was tough for her!!!!!! So she was preemptively nervous about that situation the day before school.
Today, she was upset about the fact that one kid in particular always gets in trouble at school. She can't handle it when other kids are in trouble. Poor little girl! Little adult in a 4 year old body is tough!
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Today, she was upset about the fact that one kid in particular always gets in trouble at school. She can't handle it when other kids are in trouble. Poor little girl! Little adult in a 4 year old body is tough!
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Friday, April 22, 2011
Day 88
Day 87
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