Easter Friday

We have had a fun and busy Easter weekend and will have to tell you about it in 3 separate posts. To read about Friday instead of recreating the wheel I will redirect you to my sister's blog...www.lauravirginia.me

More later, stay tuned!

Belize it or Not

I always wonder who has the amazing job of naming OPI's nail polishes, and how they are creative enough to come up with a billion great names for shades that change by tiny hues from one color to another.  Whoever they are, they are super creative. 

This weekend, Emerson watched me give myself a pedicure - first helping me remove my old toenail polish (don't worry mom, I gave her a dry cotton ball so she wouldn't have acetone all over her hands); and then sitting beside me outside while I painted my toes with OPI's 'Belize it or Not' - not my favorite color, and not very spring like, but it's what I had on hand and I needed a change from my go-to 'Big Apple Red.'  After I'd finished painting my toes (why is it that you can never paint your own toes as well as someone else can?), Emerson brought me the bottle of polish, climbed up in my lap, and said "please?"  [Side note, actually she said, "puh-puh-puh" because in my thinking recently that she uses sign language so well that she isn't going to be motivated to talk, I asked her, "Emerson, can you say 'please,' 'puh-puh-please?" - I was just trying to emphasize the 'p' sound! - but instead she very efficiently said 'puh-puh-puh' and left off the rest; now that's what she says when we ask her to say please - guess that is what I get!]

Okay, so normally I am kind of against things like painted toenails on little girls before the age of 3 or 4ish.  I feel about painted toenails on little girls as I do about pierced ears and two piece bathing suits but maybe not quite as strongly.  But, since I don't feel quite as strongly about painted toenails, and no one else will really see them, and I couldn't say no to how sweet it was to me that she saw me do it and then wanted it done as well, I went for it.  Terry was sitting outside on the porch with us and snapped a few pictures with his phone.  This next picture was totally unstaged...

You know, like "Oh my goodness mom, thank you so much you are the coolest mother in all the world, I think I will kiss you for it!"

I got a couple of sweet kisses like this as I was painting her toenails, she would just crane her neck around and kiss me and then go back to watching me.  Other things you should note about the above picture: those lovely flowers are from sweet Terry on our 4 year anniversary last week - thanks T!  He and Emerson planted them in a pot for me and we'll look forward to planting them in the yard once I'm finished enjoying them on the porch.  And another not so sentimental thing to notice - see that gargoyle in the top left background?  That thing sits on our neighbor's porch railing, ew, first of all.  And second of all, when Emerson was maybe 9 or 10 months old, she saw it when we were outside and she made a growling sound, like it was a lion or bear or something.  Hysterical. 

We really had such a fun weekend in the gorgeous weather - including the rain which we as a family enjoyed watching roll in while we ate a picnic dinner on the porch with Emerson [the crazy hail and tornadoes were south of us].  I enjoyed a productive weekend of getting lots of spring cleaning done while also getting to go for a family walk to a great spot for lunch on Saturday and tucking into bed early to watch a movie during the rain storm.  Sunday was another beautiful day and we made it to church, Terry napped, and Aunt Becca stopped by on her way back from DC just long enough to play with Em for a little bit and stick around for Emerson's bath and bedtime.  Who wouldn't love a few good stories, snuggles and kisses from this girl in her pj's? 

So here is the finished product of Belize it or Not, along with one of the cutest pictures of Em with Becca.  Emerson is so proud of her toes, and grins with delight every time she takes her shoes off and sees them, or lays down to have her diaper changed.  She is spending the week with her cousins (5 of the 6 of which are boys) - yes, 6 cousins all under one roof - while Beth is travelling to see her oldest daughter who is travelling abroad!  So she probably knew that she needed to bring some extra girliness into her life this week, thus the proudly painted toenails!

Belize it or Not!

Love you Aunt Becca! 

(I may or may not return to look at this picture 500 times today.  I could look at that cheesy grin and kiss those big, sweet cheeks ALL. DAY. LONG. - Emerson's big sweet cheeks that is, not Becca's) :)

Day at the Beach

Part of me wants to just post this picture and not add any words or captions to it because I feel certain I can't do justice to all of the emotions that are wrapped up in the day/moment of this picture.  There are some moments that as they are happening, you know you will always remember every detail of - and this afternoon at the beach in Charleston this past weekend was one of them.  I'll be honest that I was not looking forward to this trip to Charleston because I didn't want to travel, felt like Emerson was still a little off kilter on her schedule and from being sick and the introvert in me seriously considered bailing and sending Terry alone; but we knew it would be a great time with friends and love Charleston and haven't travelled together like this in awhile.  If for no other reason (but there were other reasons), this brief afternoon at the beach made the trip totally worth it. 

When we got there, the wind was whipping around like crazy and I felt bad because I was sure that Emerson was going to hate it and that we were going to go sit in the car and play for an hour so we didn't make everyone else that rode with us leave early also.  (Which wouldn't be the worse thing in the world for her, because Beth's minivan is maybe definitely Emerson's favorite place to play.)  But instead, from the minute her feet hit the sand she was running and happy as a little clam.  She would stop and scrunch up her face when the wind would come and blow sand on her legs but she quickly figured out to turn her back to the wind so it didn't blow in her face. 

Emerson loves to carry something small around in her hand with her during the day - preferrably a pebble, acorn top, small piece of bark, piece of dog food that didn't make it into Sadie's bowl (Beth's dog).  So she immediately found a seashell [seen clutched tightly in her left hand above] and took it with her running across the beach, chasing the birds and running back and forth between John, Kat, Terry and me.  She ran after the birds and flapped her 'wings,' calling out after the birds, "Fly, fly!"  Terry tossed a little piece of food out in front of where Emerson was and the birds swarmed her.  She was THRILLED and went back and forth between running around in the chaos of their flapping wings and standing still, bending down low and taking it all in.  I kept worrying that she was going to panic, but instead she would just crouch down, very still, and wait for them to fly higher or to make a path for her to walk through. 

I felt like I was watching a scene from a movie.  I could not snap enough pictures fast enough, take enough video or wrap my mind around the scene fully.  She looked so tiny on this huge, mostly empty, beach on this windy day, surrounded by these birds and just loving it.  Her little chubby legs looked so precious as they worked so hard to run around with sand stuck to the bottom of her feet and dusted on her legs as it stuck to the suntan lotion.  Her bow flapping back and forth in the wind and her big curls in the back of her hair getting tangled and wind blown; her little dress wrapping around her as the wind blew, and the look of pure delight and joy on her face like this was the coolest thing she had ever been a part of.  I adore every part of this little girl - all of these tiny little nuances about her and moments spent with her.  These were especially great moments.  I hope that the Lord will use them to remind me over and over to be open, to wait on Him, to open my heart, and to be reminded of the way He pours His heart out over us.  Because as much as I love this adorable little girl, He loves her so much more.  We want nothing more for her than to know that fully in the quiet moments of her life, in the depth of her heart, as well as when the chaos surrounds her - I pray that in those moments she will always be able to be still and know.

Peas in a Pod

We have dug ourselves out of the sick house, thrown away tooth brushes, and sanitized every surface in sight.  It is nice to be reporting from a house full of well pdeople!  It's even nicer to be sitting out on the front porch again (this time not with a glass of milk!) enjoying the gorgeous weather and browsing through some hysterical photos from this past weekend.  Molly & Bella made the trip down to Charlotte this past weekend for a few days packed with fun - we had SUCH a blast.  Emerson had so much fun with Bella, it warmed my heart countless times to see how they already love each other.  It also gave me some serious mother's guilt that she doesn't get more time playing with other little kids, but hopefully I'll get over that part soon.  I'll try to do pictures in synopsis here of our weekend.

As always, the girls had a blast together in the bathtub.  I don't know why we didn't take video of this; probably because we were all busy laughing too hard at them.  It is so funny how they get each other so cracked up and they are both belly laughing so hard as they doused themselves, us, and the entire bathroom in water splashing around like crazy. 

The girls think it is a trip to wear the same clothes, so they wore their matching pjs to bed that night and snuggled in for story time and were up in the morning eager to see what was going on outside so that they could go get in on the fun. 

We played hard at the playground and let them share a stroller on the way there.  We laughed at how submissive Emerson is and she so willingly does whatever anyone asks of her/does to her - her younger siblings will luck out on this some day! 

The girls dressed alike on Saturday for their train ride and Em even was eager to wear a hairbow (miracle of miracles!) because Bella wore one like she always does.  When her bow would fall out, she would take it to Bella and wait while Bella tugged on her hair and tried to put it back in for her.  Truly hysterical.  (Sidenote: The train and Uptown were packed because of the NCAA tournament and a St Patricks Day parade - we had great 'views' of the parade with horses, leprauchans, cheerleaders and beyond during lunch!)  Bella also taught Emerson ring around the rosy ...(rosey?) while they waited for the train which everyone enjoyed watching.

Bella was great at helping get Emerson undressed when it was time for the bath - such a good helper [check out Emerson's face, maybe she's catching on that she is like B's little pet here]! 

Molly and I got to go on a date Saturday night to our favorite restaurant and for (of course) some frozen yogurt afterwards thanks, hugely, to my fabulous and adoring husband who stayed home with the girls and watched Barney & Sesame Street (lucky man!) with Bella until she fell sound asleep on his chest - precious. 

We will get to see Bella & Molly again at the end of April for another intern wedding, but we aren't taking Emerson with us on that trip, so we had to be sure to maximize play time to store up until our next get together!  Clearly, and as always, we had a blast and were sad to see them leave - they were just what the doctor ordered to get our house back up and running and feeling well again! 

While we tried to push Em's bedtime back when the time changed so that she got to stay up until 7:00 (late night!) with us, we gave it a go for 2 weeks, and it just wasn't working well and she was not adjusting very well, so we have been back to getting in the bath at 6:00 and she's been sound asleep by 6:30 for the past three nights and seemingly very happy about it!  I'll try not to feel so sad or guilty about the little amount of time that we get together during the week and instead soak up how glorious our Monday afternoons and weekends are together!

On our way...

(Pardon how unkept the girls in our family look - we are sick and busy watching the Tarheels here.)  Sickness has taken over our house for the past two weeks and it just keeps knocking us down!  Apparently Emerson and I keep passing the same resistant strain of strep throat and some nasty virus back and forth - let's just hope that's all it is.  The day she finished her antibiotics, she ended up with a scarlatina rash meaning that her antibiotics probably didn't kick the strep out and we'll be going back to the doctor for another super exciting throat swab.  And I'll be going back because we still can't figure out what's going on with me and I'm far from better.  Gotta love co-pays...

If we could stretch ourselves and say that any good has come out of these few weeks of being sick, the pros to the long list of cons here include: I've lost several stubborn pounds, Emerson naturally gave up her pacifiers because it hurt too much to suck on it - they are packed up and gone and she hasn't looked back, hallelujah!, we have come well within our food budget for the month because neither Emerson or I have been eating much!  However, if she is any indication of what I will be like once I'm well, we better have stockpiled some extra cash into that budget because the girl is playing serious catch up now that she's up to eating again!  Back to the pacifiers; I'd been thinking for awhile about giving them up as she only uses them at naptime and bedtime and planned on doing it a few weekends ago but Aunt Rebecca was coming into town that weekend and said Emerson wasn't allowed to associate such a traumatic event with her being in town - probably a good call :)  I didn't think it would be too hard for her to give them up because she has no problem only having them in her bed and easily puts them in her bed most mornings when we got her up (most of the time), but you know - change is still always a little nervewracking.  And if I'm honest I kind of miss the way she sucked on her paci at night as we snuggled and sang because she would randomly take it out of her mouth to kiss me and then put it back in.  But on the bright side, now she can kiss me whenever she wants, and she has been sgining with me at night - cutest thing ever.  I've even caught Terry a few nights recently standing outside the door to listen.  I sure do love him and the way he loves his girls.

The weather has been so gorgeous this weekend and we were all so desperate to get out of the house and we enjoyed a glorious trip downtown on the train (choo choo! says Emerson) [click on choo choo to watch a video of her on the train - she seems super out of it, I think she didn't know at all what to think and mostly likes to stand at the platform and watch them come by - I swear she isn't ever this 'calm'....] and ate at Jason's Deli where Emerson ate her weight in the salad bar, and lots of time watching basketball.  A sad ending today for the Tarheels, but still overall fun for us to spend some time watching games together - Emerson's first 'real' "screen time," we figured that the ACC tournament would be a good way to start! 

I am thankful to say that now we are ending the weekend one of my favorite ways - Terry and I are sitting on the porch - he with a beer and me, sadly, with a glass of milk because that's about all I can drink or eat (how lame) - but all the same enjoying the air, each other, and some great music to accompany the crickets.  Oh spring, how I love you.

GO TARHEELS!  NCAA tournament, here we come - boo Duke!

Strep Throat

After several days of thinking that Emerson was running a fever from her most recent set of vaccines (and wanting to hop on the delayed vaccination bandwagon despite all my education...), she kept getting worse and worse.  She had the smelliest breath ever and wouldn't eat or drink anything for two days.  She was pretty traumatized to have her throat swabbed at the doctor's office and immediately started waving bye to the nurse because she wanted her to get the heck away!  Her strep test immediately came back positive - very rare for her age.  Her gums are swollen and bleeding and she has sores all over her tongue, it is so sad!  She has been so pitiful, snuggly and sad since Thursday.  When she woke up this morning I thought maybe she had turned the corner because she ate for the first time, but by 11:00 she was very puny again.  Poor kid.  While my heart has been breaking for her, I have also been loving all of the snuggle time that I have gotten with her morning, noon and night - she is such a cuddle bug.  Normally she is so busy that she will come over for the occasional hug and/or kiss, and will sit in my lap to read her favorite books; but mostly likes to be running, dancing and climbing all around. 


Since pictures of sick babies are pitiful [though I did snap one of her on the table at the doctor's office in her diaper crying and snuggled in our bed drinking a milkshake in her pajamas at 9:30pm!!!], all of the pictures here are from earlier this past week before she got sick when we played at the park and around the house.  The sky was about to open up with rain this afternoon while we were at the park and it was super windy - Emerson loves when the wind blows in her hair (see below) - it totally cracks her up.  I cannot say enough how ready I am for spring and at the same time how much I dread that it means summer is coming sooner.  I need a summer getaway home.  Hopefully it will be in Stowe, Vermont since I registered 852 times to win the HGTV home!  Keep your fingers crossed...you can all come and stay! 

Once it started raining, we headed home and snuggled in with our favorite books - just more proof that she really will sit and do this for so long, and she definitely has her favorite books.  I'd put the "First 100 Words" book (on the right) in her top 3 favorites - she can name/make the sound for/act out probably 95/100 of the things in this book and she likes to read it over and over...and over again.



Hopefully her delicious pink medicine that she's living for right now will kick in completely soon and she'll be back to herself.  Until then, we'll be busy snuggling for the rest of this rainy weekend before we have to head back to work and start the week again! 

16 months

While I love the 'new era' of "smart phones," one of the more annoying things about them is when I forget to turn the sound off on my notifications at night and the 800 random emails I get everyday come through at 3a.m.  (i.e. Gap, Old Navy, Groupon, My Baby at __ Weeks, etc. etc).  I guess that when I was pregnant I signed up on many of these sites for weekly updates on how Emerson is growing.  The first few weeks and months I really enjoyed reading these and reminding myself of things that I should have been working on with her.  These days though, they aren't quite as entertaining because development is somewhat running together; and while there are clearly many more 'big' developmental steps for Em to meet, it's not the same as waiting around for rolling over or crawling or walking.  But last night, when my email chimed me awake about "My Baby at 15 months 4 weeks," I had a mini breakdown.  Seriously, how on earth is she 16 months old (almost)?!  At her 15 month check-up last month, our nurse was saying something about Emerson 'almost being two.'  I can barely wrap my mind around the fact that she has already turned one, much less that she will be TWO this year. 

All that to say, there are so many things that our '16 month old' is doing that blow my mind everyday.  It is so fun to communicate with her and see her personality.  She is such a trip, and I live for my weekends at home with her.  She loves to snuggle and loves to rough house both with dad and with me.  She is happiest hanging upside down, being thrown into a pile of pillows, reading books, and/or playing outside with sidewalk chalk.  She is still loving to use sign language and is great about asking please which we are SO thankful for as it has helped us avoid ever really having a meltdown yet when she wants something.  She has a ton of other words and it's hysterical to hear her talk. 


Two current favorite stories about her words are: 1. As I have referenced, Salem has been....toeing the line...around our house a lot recently with a recent unmentionable experienced where she jumped over the farm door in her room and went to all of the rooms in the house where she isn't allowed.  We'll just say it resulted in having to have the carpets cleaned and they may ultimately have to be replaced.  So several times Emerson has watched us shake our finger at Salem and say "bad dog."  We reserve this for serious infractions, I promise.  So the other day we walked in the house and Emerson walked in in front of me as I got the mail and I could hear her in the living room saying "bad dog!".  She was standing on the carpet looking at a pile of wrapers from granola bars that Salem had gotten into and eaten - Salem wasn't even in the room! - but Emerson knew she had done it, and knew just how to 'correct' her for it.
2.  She loves when we whisper a secret into her ear, and in the past few weeks, if we whisper "I love you" in her ear, she will whisper back to us, "la la la."  It will melt your heart every single time.

Pictures & video from our weekend (sorry again about the video being sideways) - Emerson loved washing the car and even sang her song that we sing when we wash her hair about the car "wash, wash, wash (your hair) (the car)...." - the video stops being very cute after she sticks the rag in her mouth at about 50 seconds in :)  We aren't sure if she or the car ended up with more water on them by the end of this experience.  Her favorite part was just dipping the rag in the bucket and watching the water drip off!