Daddy's Girl

One day she'll realize that I actually gave birth to her. Until then...

And then there's our conversation yesterday:
Emmy:  Hey Mom, can I have a piece of chocolate if I finish all of my lunch?
Me:  Okay, it's a deal.
Emmy:  Oh Mommy I love you so much!!!
Me:  I love you too.  Would you still love me if I had said no to the chocolate?
Emmy:  No.

"Would you like some help ventilating your house?"

Dear Makers of LouAna Pure Coconut Oil:
Perhaps you would consider increasing the font size of the "caution" label that states your oil will burn and smoke incessantly at hot temperatures.  Some of us cooking novices don't know this and don't have the time to thoroughly examine your container before trying to make a little dinner for the fam.  I thank you, the family thanks you and our local fire department thanks you for your time.
Christa

Dear ADT Security Company:
So sorry that I didn't answer your call and you had to needlessly send out the fire department.  It is kind of challenging to hear the telephone ring when our FIRE ALARM WON'T GO OFF!!! 
Peace and Merriment,
Christa

Unintended Break

So, here's a little photo montage of what all was going on during our broken computer hiatus...

First was Halloween.  Emmy was of course a DRAGON!



Practicing her "RARRR" as I applied her facepaint.



We did a little trick-or-treating.

Rosa insisted on bringing a frisbee.



Rosa enjoyed her first Twix...

 ...with our Swedish manny.

Emmy learned how to draw a face!

  No really, look closely.



Rosa took up a little ballet...

 and smoking crayolas.

Emmy hijacked the camera often.


We Thanksgivinged at Angie and Mike's.

  Much to Dawn and Steve's surprise.

We FINALLY met sweet Henry, and got to hang with couzy Harrison.


And Angie found THE DRESS!!!  Sorry, those pics are classified.



Her father's daughter

After repeatedly calling for Emmy this morning to come back and get dressed, she finally wandered in. 
Me:  How many times did I call for you to come back here?
Emmy:  Five
Me:  Then what were you waiting for?
Emmy:  ...Number 6

A moment inside a 3 year olds' head

Me:  Hey Emmy, what do you want to be when you grow up?
Emmy: (shrugging her shoulders) Umm...I think I'll just be Emmy...but taller.



"In a few years, I'll outsmart you all"