I am thankful my girls love books. They love to be read to by anyone who is willing. Katie especially is a "reader" and loves to look at books of any kind. Emma is learning; she doesn't sit still as long, but still loves to look at books. I love to read and grew up with loads of books and many, many trips to the library. I hope my girls keep their love of books throughout their life!
Reading starts early in the morning....
... and continues off and on until bedtime.
This was a very sweet moment of sisterly cooperation after a morning of bickering.
We spent a Saturday at the Pinery with my family, just hanging out, going for walks, playing cards and eating yummy food! And for some strange reason, the only pictures I took were ones of my kids... weird, I know.
Emma started walking at 20 months. Since then she has grown/developed by leaps and bounds. She's a much happier kid and is really becoming her own little person. She's not really a baby anymore; she's a little girl!
She's still not talking much but somehow can get exactly what she wants. She's still a demanding little person who wants it NOW. Tell me, how does one teach an almost-two-year-old patience?
She doesn't have a lot of tolerance for pesting either. I could/can pest Katie with kisses and tickles and she'd just laugh; if Emma isn't in the mood, she will take it for about five seconds and then squawk her annoyance.
Emma also knows how to get attention. Mamamamamamamamamamamamaamammamamamammam!
She wants everything, and I mean everything, her big sister has/does/gets. She doesn't necessarily want the exact item, but something like it. Or if Katie does an antic, Emma will copy and wants attention for it. Actually it doesn't even have to be Katie; she just wants to be in on the action.
Emma is a fussy kid who wants things just so. When we went on vacation in July, she was squawking and pointing at something she wanted. I couldn't figure it out, until I closed the ketchup bottle lid. Then she was happy. Don't even think about sitting the "wrong" chair or drinking out of the "wrong" cup, she'll let you know! We laugh, but don't worry we're teaching her to "get over it."
She loves to be chased, especially from one person to another. She'll "run" and fall into the arms of the waiting person and bury her face in her your neck. The best feeling!
She's a super good cuddler when she's sad or after she's been naughty. She'll just throw herself on to you, arms all the way around you, patting your back as she cries, slobbering and drooling on your shoulder.
She has a doozy of a pout. It's really hard not to laugh at her when she's pouting after she's been disobedient or told 'no' very firmly . Most of the time she just bursts into tears and needs immediate reassurance and consolation, but sometimes she "holds it together" and just flips out that bottom lip. It's very adorable.
She LOVES her daddy and calls for him when she gets out of bed in the morning and waits excitedly for him to come home every day.
She's a pants clinger and will follow you around holding on to your pants or trying to anyways. She needs hugs, but they're like quick fuel ups. She doesn't want to sit for a long time on your lap, just a quick hug and she's done.
She knows all her animal sounds and can say most of them recognisably. She's starting to try more words instead of just ignoring my coaching efforts. She knows all her aunts and uncles and cousins too.
She plays "shy." She'll see someone get all excited and point, but then get "embarrassed?" and shy and hide her head in my neck. It's very cute.
She has small feet. She's a whole size smaller than Katie was at this age, and has slimmer feet as well. She's still in size 4 shoes. She wears the rest of her clothing according to her age.
She is cutting her bottom eye teeth. Her top came through in the last few weeks, actually with very little bother. She hasn't been a terrible teether which is a blessing.
Emma has the most kissable cheeks! Her little eyes get all squinky when she smiles and her little teeth peek out from her mouth. You can't help smiling when you look at her.
We turned a corner somewhere in the six months. I don't even know how/when it happened. She's a much happier, less whiny girl. We used to just shake our heads at her and wonder if she'd every stop whining, but somewhere it happened. She still has her days, but she's a happy, cheerful little girl, full of hugs and kisses (when she wants to). We love her to pieces and we are so thankful she's in our little family!
It was my birthday on Tuesday. Now I like my birthday as much as the next person, but I'm not a fanatic about it. I'm not offended if you don't say happy birthday to me and although I enjoy gifts, they're are the last item on my love languages list, physical touch and quality time vying for the number one position.
I said to Ben last week, or complained rather, that he is so busy, all the free time he has is spent on church stuff or house renos. Saturday's are full of squeezing in as much work as possible, which is fine, but sometimes it'd be nice to just take a day trip just for fun. Anyways, I was bemoaning this and was consoled with a "I know, I know." And we just kind of left it at that. Little did I know...
The weekend before my birthday, Ben was taunting me with "I already got you a present and you dooooon't knoOOoOOw!" I had no clue what he had got me or when! Tuesday morning I got a "happy birthday, dear!" and off to work he went. As he left I said, "I thought maybe my present would be that you took the day off." Not to be. The morning passed normally enough and my mom came for coffee. I got a call from the flower shop that they were going to make a delivery and would I be home. Ahh! So that's what it is! Flowers delivered! My mom left and the kids started crying because it was lunch time. Suddenly Ben walked in the door! Oh! Are you home for lunch? Or for good? He just smiled mysteriously and said he needed to shower and I needed to change and put some nice clothes on. Okaaaay.....
We quickly ate lunch and he says, "Oh and the girls are going to your parents." Whaaaat?? So I get dressed, fix my hair, face and everything and we're out the door. My mom is also just smiling mysteriously. "Oh and we're also taking your parents car and leaving ours." Double whaaat??
So we're driving along and I still have no clue where we're going or what we're doing. After about 10 minutes it suddenly clicked and I guessed. Stratford! To see Fiddler on the Roof!
We took our time driving up the back roads, stopping to snoop through an old church full of old books. I found a few treasures and soaked in the smell of old bookstores, creaky floors and classical music, SO good! We had lots of time so we stopped for a bite to eat and then walked around a few shops in Stratford. We went out for dinner to The Church Restaurant, which is a classy, put-the-napkins-in-your-lap-for-you kind of place. We had a nice, leisurely dinner with no jumping up to get stuff, fill up milk cups, wipe up spills or feed children. Our normal supper time is usually half an hour. We took an hour and half--lovely!
After that we made our way to the theatre. It was a packed house, 98% sold out! The play was incredible! I grew up with Fiddler on the Roof. We watched the movie countless times, we had the record, the CD and my family can probably sing every song word for word. It was hard not to sing along sometimes! The opening made me cry, the middle made me cry and the end made me cry. But don't worry, there was laughter and smiles in between. Hearing the music and singing live was just overwhelming, combined with pregnancy hormones... well.... It's a good thing it was dark in there!
We weren't home until 12:30. Yawn! Emma woke up for some reason and started crying which woke Katie up, but it was nice to snuggle them all warm and cozy from sleeping. After that we tumbled into bed and we were probably sleeping before our heads hit the pillows!
It was a wonderful, birthday surprise! I don't know what the best part was: the surprise, the chance to just talk for hours, or the play itself. I do know though, that I am extremely blessed to have a husband like Ben to walk beside in my daily life; I wouldn't have it any other way.
P.S. the flower that were delivered weren't from Ben. My sister in Scotland had them sent. Isn't she the sweetest?