Funny Girl

The latest in Emmy-isms has been her saying “I forgive you”.

 

Like when she is doing something she isn’t supposed to do and I say, “no ma’am, I’m sorry”, she replies with “It’s okay, I forgive you”.

 

 

Emmy's First Caboodle

Aunt Becca and Uncle Neall and Sol and Baby Rose (Emmy always calls her "Baby Rose") got Emmy a Caboodle filled with all kind of make up and lip gloss and fake fingernails (!!!!) and hair clips and all she can ever need. She loves it!

The Dress

I bought this dress years ago and thought it would be a fun idea to take a picture of Emmy Ruth each year on her birthday wearing it, and then having a finale when she is a young woman. It's one of my favorite things and this year it was fabulous. The first year she cried and last year she did not know what to think about it. This year... she got out the jewels....

Three Years Old

Oh my sweet girl, you are three. THREE! I say that I can't believe you are three already but then again, I can't remember my life before you. For so long, everyone always told us how much you looked like your daddy, and it is true. Now, you are turning into a little Mini Me. I think it's the hair, the curls do it... I say that only to say that you are so much more beautiful than me, so much sweeter and have so much in your future. There are so many things that remind me of myself at this age.

One morning, we forgot your blanket that we had to go back home and get it before school. It was especially sweet because it was a quilted heart blanket that Grandma Jackson made for me when I was little and you just love it. It was exceptionally sweet this day because it was Grandma Jackson's birthday. I told you that my grandma had made that blanket for me and you just said, "I want to hug her". Me too, Emmy Ruth, me too. I told you she was in heaven and we had a little talk about heaven. You sweet girl, you have so many people in heaven that love you; I wish for you to always know that and to carry the strength, grace and courage of them in your heart always.

Your daddy and I love you so much and we are tickled to pieces with the funny things you say. Today we went to Walmart and I had told you that you could carry in your teddy bear. As your dad was getting you out of the car, he tried to convince you to leave it, and then asked me if I told you that you could bring it in and I said I thought I did. You called out, "yes you did!!" Always keeping me on my game--it's something you do so well and we are so grateful.

Thanks for giving us the best three years ever, Emmy Ruth, We Love You, Mama and Dadoo

The Dora the Explorer Party!!!!!!

My sweet precious girl is three years old. I can hardly believe it. I swear, she looks older today, she plays bigger and she talks like a big kid. Tonight she was playing with her new Cinderella figurines and she said that they were going to the ballgame. I told her it was the ball, and she said it was the ballgame and who can argue... she's three!!!!

I love that Emmy had to change clothes FOUR TIMES during her party. Twice during opening presents!!!!!!!!!

We had so much fun today and I am never less than humbled that Emmy has so many people that love her. John and I got her trophy, "Best Emmy Ruth Ever" because she said she wanted one... and what Baby wants, she GETS!!! Her face when she opened it was priceless! She couldn't speak, she just kind of stepped around a bit and looked at us with sheer excitement. We can't believe how lucky we are to be Emmy Ruth's parents and think that we get a trophy everyday that we spend with her.

More Snow!

Really? Another snow day??? We never have this many snow days! Emmy Ruth and her daddy are home again with the snow but today’s snow was perfect for playing. I got to play a little before heading to work. Our snowman leaves a little to be desired but we collected plenty of snow to make snowcream tonight when I get home. When she was getting her boots on this morning, Emmy Ruth told us how she was going to make snowangels like Ruby (from the Max & Ruby cartoon) and she certainly did!

 

 

I used to always call the Labor Day week my birth-week and try to celebrate the entire time. Emmy has apparently picked this up from me as well since she wanted to bake a birthday cake last night, almost a week out from her big day. So we made a heart shaped cake and some cupcakes. She’s not so good with the icing part yet. I had some red frosting and she looks like a crazy clown with it all over her face.

 

As we watched the Super Bowl Sunday night (woo hoo Saints!), Emmy was thoroughly impressed with a play. She said, “He’s going to win the race and get a trophy AND a sticker!” (her emphasis, not mine). I wonder what kind of sticker you get for winning the Super Bowl.

 

 

 

Directly from her mouth...

"For my birthday, I want a Barbie doll, a Dora doll, a blue shirt, a
green hat, and to be cuter."

We don't think she could get much cuter.

Perhaps I am just an emotional mess!

I don’t know if it is just because we are getting closer and closer to Emmy Ruth’s third birthday, and I just can’t believe she is already three, or if it coming off of January, which is always an emotional month for me, or what, but I am just so nostalgic and sentimental right now.  Last night, we were reading a Strawberry Shortcake book and Emmy wanted to go pick strawberries and I told her we would do just that in the spring. When she woke up this morning, she asked “is it spring? I really want to pick some strawberries”. Daddy always grew strawberries in his garden and the first strawberry each year was mine. Even when I went to college, he picked the first one and put it to the side to save for me to have. It turned into its own little silly ceremony.

 

Emmy is going to sleep in her bed but lately has started waking up and climbing into bed with us. in the past, she would wake up and I would hear her in the monitor and go get her. One night, we woke up to her in between us in our bed and neither of us had gone to get her. But, for the past few nights, I hear her wake up on the monitor and then patter down the hallway and into our room. She comes to my side of the bed and asks to get in bed with us. I think my earliest childhood memory is going into Momma and Daddy’s room and saying “Momma, Momma, can I sleep with you?” I always got sent back to my own bed, usually with threats on my life if I were to return, but it tickles me to no end to think of Emmy doing the exact same thing as I did at her age, so of course I scoot over and let her pile into bed with us.

 

Ice day

We got a round of ice on Friday and Emmy Ruth got to stay home with her daddy. I was very proud of John for not only remembering to take pictures of them playing, but for taking such great ones! On Saturday, we drug her around the yard in the laundry basket. Poor little girl with no sled….