Thursday, November 4, 2010

In lieu of Halloween

Because we haven't gotten the pics downloaded yet.  When I say "we" I mean Drew, who has sole knowledge of how to do these sorts of techy things that I feel would waste the space in my brain that I reserve for more important things like useless movie quotes and the exact caffeine content of a Starbucks latte (learned during my first pregnancy - and no, I'm not Mother). 
Instead I offer up a little "musical snack" if you will...(that one was all for you Drew)
Behold the famous "Flute-dance dance"

Wednesday, November 3, 2010

The Power of Jinx

No sooner had I typed that very word in response to Drew's email inquiry regarding naps, Emmy started moaning, groaning, whining, hooting like an owl, louder, Louder, LOUDER!!! because she did not want to nap anymore, effectively waking Rosa up from the first almost normal-sized nap she's had in over a week.  Rosa is teething, no not teething, TEETHING!  Like some mix of the exorcist and the grumpy old men in the balcony on The Muppets.  Seriously, she's standing in her crib booing and throwing tomatoes at me while chewing the paint off her crib rail all while I'm softly singing lullabies.  Why oh why Great Lord of the Jinx?  WWWHHHHHYYYYY?????

Tuesday, November 2, 2010

Conversations with Emmy

This morning as she was helping me get ready/giving herself some Ruby Red lips for voting in style:
Me:  Can you please pass me the cheek stain?
Emmy:  Here you are (got it right)
Me:  Wow, that's impressive, maybe you'll be a makeup artist when you're older.
Emmy:  Thanks, but actually I want to be a mail person.
Me:  Why do you think that job would be fun?
Emmy: (implied "duh" tone) Umm..because I like mail.

As we were driving home from voting:
Emmy:  Why isn't the car moving?
Me:  Because we are at a red light.  Do you remember what a red light means?
Emmy: Stop!  And a green light means hurry up and go already!
Me:  Exactly.

After playing at her kitchen set for a while:
Emmy:  Now don't touch those cookies, they're going to be very hot and I don't want to see you anywhere near that stove! (Love hearing myself quoted back to me;))
Me:  Oh, I wouldn't dream of it.
Emmy:  Well, you can dream about it, just don't do it.