...from facebook:
My parents found this more humorous than I did: Emi woke up 2x last night. The 2nd time at 5am. I'm sleep deprived which always = cranky. For 45 min she wriggles around, not really trying to go back to sleep. So finally I just say bye and go back to my bed. I hear her get up and come to my door a few minutes later, so... I get up to put her back in bed. When she sees me, she says. "No, Mommy! This is naughty!"
A testimony to how much my daughter loves her blankie: I drove up to my parent's last night around 5. At 9:30 when I was putting Emi down, I realized that I forgot blankie. We tried substituting another blanket, singing, cuddling, to no success. At 11:30, she was still wide awake. I decided I'd have to go home to get it and to bring her with so she would fall asleep in the car. Nope. She was awake until I put blankie in her hands at 12:20 and then was asleep within minutes. Sheesh.
Emi is still a little confused on pronouns and will often call both of us you. The other day she was trying to eat cereal and was getting frustrated because there wasn't a lot making it into her mouth. So she started saying, "You feed you?" but knew that wasn't right. Finally she was just so frustrated that she yelled, "Momma, you feed my mouth!" while pointing at it. Haha. That's effective communication.
The other day, Emi and I picked up Steve from work and he put his hand on the back of my seat as we were driving. Emi (who is very possessive lately) says, "No hand, Daddy." When Steve asks why, she responds, "It's dangerous." hahaha
Some cute things Emilia has said/done lately: If she doesn't want to do something, or doesn't want me to do something, she says, "Not one drop!" (Winnie-the-Pooh fans out there will know where this comes from). She was walking around me the other day and says, "I'm just walking, okay?" (From the book Grumpy Bird. If you haven't read it you should!)
I am SO proud. My daughter made up a new sport this evening: Ewoking. So proud.
Wednesday, July 28, 2010
Friday, July 23, 2010
Birthday
First off, here's a link to the latest entry in the Parenting.com beautiful baby contest. I think it's the cutest one yet. Cross your fingers!
http://modelsearch.parenting.com/contests/showentry/349292
Next--Emilia turned 2! We had a double birthday party with Aunt Megan whose birthday was the week before. We swam at Nana's house, had some good food, and opened lots of presents. Emilia had a blast. A few days later, Dahmi and Grandpa Watts came over and gave her their present, which she was SO cute with. She is such a happy, talented, adorable, smart, loving, and well-behaved (for a 2-year-old) little kid. Happy birthday, my beautiful baby!
holding her new barbie--she calls her her princess
suited up and ready to swim!
more present opening
eating her birthday cupcakes (I made them look like Pooh and Piglet, but I forgot to take pictures, darn it!)
Dahmi and Grandpa got her an easel...
...and markers, which she wrote on her forehead with while trying to pull the cover off.
She LOVED it. Can you tell?
Playing Pooh sticks at a park in Provo. She found quite the Pooh stick.
After playing in the pool at Nana's, Emi wanted to wear her wings and "swim" the next day. That lasted about a minute. :)
This is how I often find Emi after she's fallen asleep. She sure loves her Pooh bear and blankie.
http://modelsearch.parenting.com/contests/showentry/349292
Next--Emilia turned 2! We had a double birthday party with Aunt Megan whose birthday was the week before. We swam at Nana's house, had some good food, and opened lots of presents. Emilia had a blast. A few days later, Dahmi and Grandpa Watts came over and gave her their present, which she was SO cute with. She is such a happy, talented, adorable, smart, loving, and well-behaved (for a 2-year-old) little kid. Happy birthday, my beautiful baby!
getting ready to open more presents
holding her new barbie--she calls her her princess
suited up and ready to swim!
more present opening
eating her birthday cupcakes (I made them look like Pooh and Piglet, but I forgot to take pictures, darn it!)
Dahmi and Grandpa got her an easel...
...and markers, which she wrote on her forehead with while trying to pull the cover off.
She LOVED it. Can you tell?
And just some more random pictures of the cutie pants.
Playing with chalk
Playing Pooh sticks at a park in Provo. She found quite the Pooh stick.
After playing in the pool at Nana's, Emi wanted to wear her wings and "swim" the next day. That lasted about a minute. :)
This is how I often find Emi after she's fallen asleep. She sure loves her Pooh bear and blankie.
Thursday, July 8, 2010
Making up for lost time
I was thinking about the title of this post after I typed it. Does that saying really make sense? Can one actually make up for lost time? If it's time and it's lost, then you can't get it back, right? If you do anything else, it takes more time, doesn't it? Just a thought to ponder.
Using the conventional meaning of the saying, though, I would like to do a huge picture post because I have been too busy to do one for a long time.
This is Emi playing the keyboard Heather and Ryan were kind enough to give us.
I was making knoephla and Emi was feeling left out.
Looking at the flowers near our house before we left Logan (yes, that's how old these pictures are!).
I heard Emilia saying, "Daddy, feet on head!" and had to go check out what she was talking about. She is one of the few people I know who could accomplish this feat. Now that's talent!
Emi eating her very first chocolate-iced donut.
Emi on the 4th of July enjoying a sugar cookie while we waited for the Thanksgiving Point fireworks to start. Did you know they moved them? Our amazing spot along the road is no longer amazing. :( But we enjoyed the fireworks anyway. Well, me, Steve, and Alison did. Emilia hated them. We had to put a movie on the laptop so she would stop crying and clinging to my neck. She didn't like the little ones we did the next night either. She kept telling me all night and through the next day, "Fireworks scary, momma. No more fireworks. All done."
I am attempting to potty train Emilia. It wasn't going so well. After 4 days she would run away screaming, "No! I too big!" whenever I asked her if she needed to go potty. So I put her back in diapers. Now she'll randomly tell me that she needs to "poop" and I'll sit her down and she'll go. I'm sure I don't understand--and never will.
Emilia helping Papa water the flowers. She helps me water my garden, too. She's a good helper.
On the 25th of June we were invited to join some moms from the ward in taking their kids to Spanish Oaks Reservoir, which is basically a small man-made lake with sand on one side and decent fishing on the other. Emi really liked sitting in her "duck," which is what she calls all round flotation devices--until it tipped over backwards. She didn't like that so much.
Emi still loves to read. LOVES to read. She's especially good at reading Pooh books.
We have a nice big back yard at our new place. There's tons of grass, a huge cement basketball court, a swing set, and a rock box (like a sandbox only with pebbles instead of sand). The landlords, who live above us, have three kids, an 8 yr old girl, a 6 yr old boy, and a 2 yr old girl. Emilia has really taken to the youngest girl and likes to go out and play when she is out. They don't really play with each other yet, but they like the idea of having someone out there with them. Anyway...the other day the oldest girl and one of her friends decided they were going to bury themselves in the rocks. We came outside for the tail end of this and Emi watched them. They got up and left and we were playing in the rocks when she asked me to bury her. She hadn't had a nap that day and was very tired, but she loved being buried in the rocks. It was pretty funny.
I was surprised she didn't get claustrophobic or something. But she didn't; maybe because she was tired. She just laid there like she was suntanning. haha
So there you have it. All the pictures from the last couple months that I was too busy or too lazy to post until now. I'm sure there are things that I've missed, but you'll just have to deal with that. :)
Using the conventional meaning of the saying, though, I would like to do a huge picture post because I have been too busy to do one for a long time.
This is Emi playing the keyboard Heather and Ryan were kind enough to give us.
I was making knoephla and Emi was feeling left out.
Looking at the flowers near our house before we left Logan (yes, that's how old these pictures are!).
I heard Emilia saying, "Daddy, feet on head!" and had to go check out what she was talking about. She is one of the few people I know who could accomplish this feat. Now that's talent!
Emi eating her very first chocolate-iced donut.
Emi on the 4th of July enjoying a sugar cookie while we waited for the Thanksgiving Point fireworks to start. Did you know they moved them? Our amazing spot along the road is no longer amazing. :( But we enjoyed the fireworks anyway. Well, me, Steve, and Alison did. Emilia hated them. We had to put a movie on the laptop so she would stop crying and clinging to my neck. She didn't like the little ones we did the next night either. She kept telling me all night and through the next day, "Fireworks scary, momma. No more fireworks. All done."
I am attempting to potty train Emilia. It wasn't going so well. After 4 days she would run away screaming, "No! I too big!" whenever I asked her if she needed to go potty. So I put her back in diapers. Now she'll randomly tell me that she needs to "poop" and I'll sit her down and she'll go. I'm sure I don't understand--and never will.
Emilia helping Papa water the flowers. She helps me water my garden, too. She's a good helper.
On the 25th of June we were invited to join some moms from the ward in taking their kids to Spanish Oaks Reservoir, which is basically a small man-made lake with sand on one side and decent fishing on the other. Emi really liked sitting in her "duck," which is what she calls all round flotation devices--until it tipped over backwards. She didn't like that so much.
Emi still loves to read. LOVES to read. She's especially good at reading Pooh books.
We have a nice big back yard at our new place. There's tons of grass, a huge cement basketball court, a swing set, and a rock box (like a sandbox only with pebbles instead of sand). The landlords, who live above us, have three kids, an 8 yr old girl, a 6 yr old boy, and a 2 yr old girl. Emilia has really taken to the youngest girl and likes to go out and play when she is out. They don't really play with each other yet, but they like the idea of having someone out there with them. Anyway...the other day the oldest girl and one of her friends decided they were going to bury themselves in the rocks. We came outside for the tail end of this and Emi watched them. They got up and left and we were playing in the rocks when she asked me to bury her. She hadn't had a nap that day and was very tired, but she loved being buried in the rocks. It was pretty funny.
I was surprised she didn't get claustrophobic or something. But she didn't; maybe because she was tired. She just laid there like she was suntanning. haha
So there you have it. All the pictures from the last couple months that I was too busy or too lazy to post until now. I'm sure there are things that I've missed, but you'll just have to deal with that. :)
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