Emmy's Fifth Birthday Party

The party was amazingly wonderful. Special thanks to AuntBecca for not being lame and letting her camera die before the party. The kids had so much fun! I made these very simple easels and aprons for everyone and we painted since Rapunzel did a lot of painting in all of her spare time in the tower. John and I made these cute little jello cups with blue ‘water’ and the boats with the official emblem of the kingdom. Rapunzel sent her mother to get hazelnuts so she could sneak out of the tower so we had  hazelnuts spread. John and I made the cake, which of course was a disaster. But, we loved it and I think Emmy did too. We tried to make a four foot tower cake with donut cakes. The icing was gray and then I had chocolate rocks covering the bottom of the tower. We used yellow Twizzlers for her hair coming from the tower. Of course, the Snuggly Duckling was the hole in the wall that Flynn Ryder took Rapunzel in an attempt to convince her to go home. “Take a big breath, smells a lot like the color brown.” Our eating area was decorated with a sign for it. Of course we had the kingdom pennants and the maypole. The highlight was when Rapunzel herself arrived!!! The kids were mesmerized.  She read a story to them and then played Hot Potato with her hair brush and she let the kids see her frying pan. Rose made sure that all the kids got their stickers and that Rapunzel did not forget anyone.  Emmy was quite the hostess and told all of her friends thank you for coming to her party and everyone had a wonderful time. We are so very lucky.  Lucas patted her on the back and said “Good job, Emmy, at turning five!”

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A Day with the Jacksons

On Sunday, Emmy Ruth went home with the Jacksons. We knew she had a loose tooth but didn't expect her to lose two teeth while there!!! I can't say much about how precious my babies are but I think these pictures tell all.

Random toys

Here are a few shots of Emmy’s toys during the week.

 

We got up the other morning and Emmy scolded her babies for having been up all night eating. “Emma Elizabeth! I can’t believe you took those grapes! And Rapunzel, you with that chicken! Mama, your ugly baby ate all the corn.”  I am not sure why she didn’t care about the baby in the stroller eating a banana split sundae but obviously she has her favorite child.

 

Then she got a talking Elvis doll for Valentine’s Day. I am not going to say who gave her this but it starts with a “ma” and ends with “ma”. John put him in the Barbie mansion and said he felt like this is how the King would want to be found. Apparently he has a thing for redheads.

 

It seems that this bookshelf is now a parking garage.

 

And BidDay must not have gone so well for this Grecian Goddess Barbie. It looks like she is trying to jump out of the window of the ZipBin Barbie Dream House. After college, I worked for the National Organization and travelled around the country for Sigma Sigma Sigma and one of the chapters I visited gave me that Barbie as a gift when I left. For years, it’s been in my collection downstairs and Emmy saw it and asked for it and it seemed so trivial to not give it to her. I loved that doll; I am going to miss her. I will, however, draw the line at the official Tara Jackson Barbie that Momma had created for me. Emmy Ruth can’t have that one!

 

The story of the week is a little sad. Our sweet friend Beth makes everyone a wonderful strawberry cake for their birthdays. It is a good cake, one made in a Pyrex dish, so you know it’s good and juicy. I have been sick with the flu this week and when Mr. Tim brought the cake over, I was lying on the couch hoping to make it back to my bed. Emmy was such a big girl and got her own plate and fork and cut a great piece for each of us. When John got home shortly afterwards, I went to bed, he fed the dogs and let Bill back inside the house. A few minutes later, I heard Emmy scream. She left the Pyrex dish of cake on the chair and Bill ate it. All of it.  As I was getting up to see what the fuss was about, John was telling Bill to go outside and Emmy was yelling “Go outside, FOREVER!” In the kitchen, Emmy asked for my basting brush with the wooden handle. I am pretty sure she was about to go after poor Bill so we had to have a long talk. In hindsight, the vision of that five year old with a wooden spoon and a baby doll in one hand was pretty funny.

 

These were Emmy’s Valentine’s for her class this year. Pretty cute.

 

 

 

Five years ....Again

AunTee called to tell Emmy happy birthday tonight, recanting stories of her birth story. I asked Emmy later if she heard AunTee tear up and said "oh shes as bad as I am!!" Knowing how to work it, ER said "no, she is as good as you are!"

Watching her new Barbie movie, Emmy said she wanted to go to Paris and see the Awful Tower. I promise I will take her to the Eiffel Tower one day.

Five years

Wow. What a weekend. I have been an emotional rollercoaster all weekend, crying at the slightest thought of my girl being five years old. This isn’t me! I didn’t even tear up at her first birthday party and look at me now: a basket case mama of an almost kindergartener. Thi morning, we got up to get ready and she was just so beautiful. Emmy always climbs up from the back seat to crawl out my door of the car, she usually goes in the same way too! This morning we went to Kroger to get cupcakes to take to school and I asked if she was going to come out my door and she said, no, she was going to leave out her door since she was a big kid now. When we got to school, we stopped to talk to Ms. Shawn, her teacher in the two year old room, and I started to cry talking about it then!

Her party was so wonderfully fabulous and there were so many kids there that we didn’t even attempt to open gifts then. We brought them all home to open and she was so tired and overwhelmed that we only got through half that night. One gift was a set of Barbie clothes wrapped in a princess gift bag with a tulle bow. She picked it up and pointed to herself and said, “somebody knows THIS girl!” She got toys and clothes and way more that anyone deserves. We are so lucky that not only do so many people care so much about our girl, but John and I have so many friends that celebrated our precious girl with us. She was opening her presents after the party and when she opened the one from Lucas, she was so excited. She grabbed him and gave him the best hug and said, “you are my best!” Not that he was THE best or that he was her best friend or this or that. He is her best…. Everything. I woke up Sunday morning thinking of it and cried. Then we went to David’s birthday party and on the way there, Emmy talked John into sitting in the back seat with her. David and Emmy Ruth had the same due date and I cried thinking about how far we had come from that time. As we all sang along to the Muppet soundtrack and belted out “Rainbow Connection”, I lost it again! Between David and Alex’s parties yesterday, we got her nails done at Sweet and Sassy. Pretty adorable stuff there.

This morning, I asked what she wanted to do for her birthday dinner, telling her we could go anywhere she wanted to go. I cringed and hoped to she didn’t say Chuck E Cheese. She said, “you know that place where they make the food at your table! Sekisui!” So, hibachi it is for the five year old. I am afraid one day she is going to ask for caviar in bed. I was delighted when she explained to Papa Richie that she wanted to eat there because then you don’t have to wait on them to go cook your food and it take soooooooooo long. Finally—she is starting to act like me every now and then—even if it is her impatience showing.

The final days of being four

Emmy comes in this morning, crying, and says we are going to have to miss school. Why?, I asked, with much concern. “When I put my boots on, it makes my socks get a wrinkle in them.” It’s going to be a long educational career for her, I am afraid.

 

She is so excited about turning five. I think one of the reasons that I get so overwhelmed in throwing her a ridiculous party is to keep my mind off the fact that the baby is growing up. She’s just so big—so quickly! LynnLynn made her a princess shirt when she turned four but, as she says, she can only wear it for a few more days.