A little fruity

Emma has the cutest fruit jammies. I think she looks so snuggly in them that it's late morning and we still haven't changed into "day clothes".


















Her baby's name is "Sammye"
























Apparently sometimes it takes both hands AND feet to read!

What was I saying?

I wonder why I forget things. I never used to forget things. When I worked at the bank I could see a customer out and about and remember his or her name AND account number! I am not trying to brag, I only bring this up to describe why I notice now that I don't have a very good memory any longer.
Here's a good example: I call a friend to ask a specific question and here's how the conversation goes...
Me: hi! how's your week going?
Friend: good, how about yours?
Me: fine, Jarrah stop licking, I just wanted to- Emma, please stop eating that, I just wanted to ask you about the- Jarrah stop licking, sorry, I wanted to see if you Emma, please give the green crayon to mommy, we don't eat crayons. So sorry, I really only called to see if- Jarrah, stop sqeaking your toy, let me have it! Emma, please don't tear those pages, if you do it again, mommy will have to flick your hand and I dont' want to do that.
Friend: sounds like you are kind of busy do you want me to call you later?
Me: No, sorry, just a little chaos as soon as I get on the phone. I am able to talk- Emma, please don't sit on Jarrah. Jarrah, STOP licking! you get raw spots when you lick your legs! Emma, don't touch Jarrah's sore legs.
Friend: I think I'll let you go. I'll give you a call later.
Me: Ok.
After I hang up the phone I wonder what my friend called me about in the first place! Then about an hour later I remembered I wanted to ask her a question and it all comes back to me that I called her first. And that's when I realized that my memory is just tired. I hear that mom's get their memories back about the time alzheimer's kicks in.

Emma's new potty

Emma has been very interested in the potty lately and even telling me when she goes potty in her diaper. So we got a potty just for her. She is only interested in playing with it right now, which is completely fine with me as I am in no rush.
She sat on it and read a book.

She sat on it and held the handles.

Even "bear" tried out the potty. Fortunately the potty has never been used because he fell in.

Side ponytail

Emma looks so cute with her hair like this. I wonder if she'll cringe in about ten years and say "mmoooommmm, why did you do that to my hair??" And like every mom, I'll say "because you were so cute and you couldn't tell me that you didn't like it".

Tunnel of fun

Jon and Jarrah and Emma enjoyed playing with Emma's tunnel today.

Snowman

After about ten minutes of bundling Emma up we headed outside and I thought she'd just love playing in the snow. Instead I put her down but she couldn't walk due to the deep snow. So she just sat down and watched while I made a little snowman. In the background Jarrah was racing around sniffing deer tracks and ignoring my calls to come back. I ended up keeping Jarrah on her leash attached to my arm and she came close to knocking over my snowman several times. From the look on Emma's face you can tell she really just wanted to go back inside and get out of all those layers.

Emma, look at mommy please

Emma has been testing her boundaries and my follow-through lately. I have had to smack her little fingers and I don't like it. I do like that she is developing and testing and trying and learning. I know that discipline is necessary and that I am blessed to be her momma and that includes correcting her. It's just hard to see her crying and know that I caused it. But I do it calmly and not out of anger and love on her as soon as I correct her. She seems to be understanding what "no" means. She just chooses to see if I mean it when I tell her "no" and that "if you do it again, I am going to flick your hand/smack your fingers". So I have started asking her to "look at mommy" when I tell her what I want her to do or what I don't want her to do. When she looks at me while I talk to her, I have her undivided attention.

I was thinking about that today and it occured to me that it works the same way with God. When He has to correct me, it's not His favorite thing to do. He does it because He loves me. And I "get it" better when I look at Him when He talks to me.