This story takes place in October of 2007 (Emily is 3 1/2 yrs)
Emily had a bad cold and woke up at 4:00 a.m. with a terrible cough. I tried everything. I gave her cold medicine... water... one of those sore throat lollipops... nothing. Finally I chopped up a popsicle for her and put it in a bowl. Here is how the events went:
chomp. chomp. chomp.
Big smile head wiggle.
"Daddy I Love You"
chomp. chomp. chomp.
"Daddy I Love Everybody"
When that magical day comes when I have to give her away... I will tell my future son-in-law "when ever you get in serious trouble.... Give her a popsicle."
Friday, October 19, 2007
Saturday, October 6, 2007
Bear's Butt
Emily loves to talk. She doesn't particularly need an audience. This day we were taking a ride in the car, and she was sitting in her car seat in the back seat. I turned the radio down so I could listen to her words. And this is how it went. Bear is her lovey. To describe bear, he is like a baby sized bear skin rug. His arms our outstretched and his feet, he has a small tail in the middle, and a fluffly head at the other end. Bear is all pink fluff. So Emmie begins. "Bear has a butt. Bear has a little butt. Bear does not wear panties. I wear panties, Anna wears panties, Gramma wears panties, but Bear does not wear panties. Bear has a butt. Bear has a tail, and bear has a butt, but bear does not wear panties. Bear does have a butt, bear's butt is small, but bear does not wear panties." The saga of bear and his butt continued until we reaced our destination, and Emily exited the car very please with her story.
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