Adventures in Publix

 

 

 

 

I love shopping at Publix. From the free kid stickers (i can shop for AISLES with stickers!) to the deli counter, i am so there. It's also a great place to go just to kill time with a toddler. Emma loves the race car buggy; for me, it's like driving a tanker trucker it's so bulky. I run into people, displays, counters, and aisles just trying to drive this beast of a buggy. I should only be allowed to drive that race car buggy with a horn that sounds, warning others that i am coming their way. But Emma loves that goofy buggy so i drive it.

Emma is quite the social chatter box in the store. She's almost like a Wal-Mart greeter as she shouts "hi" and "wat are youu doin'?" to other customers. While i like chatting to others, i'm, well, just not as out-going as Emma is. Emma also LOVES any and all senior citizens. Especially balding men senior citizens. I haven't quite figured out that attraction yet....but these guys love her back and love to chat with her.

A few weeks ago, i had to use the rest room, so i told Emma that we were going to go to the potty; never in a million years thinking that this bit of info would be told to older customers later in the checkout line:

Emma: "MAMA PEE-PEE IN POTTY!!"
Nice Lady Senior Citizen: "Did you pee-pee, too?"
Emma: "NO! I flwushed!!"
Me: "I am so sorry....."
Emma: "NO POOPY IN DWIAPER! THAWT'S DISWGUISHING!"
Me: "Emma, really....."
Nice Lady Senior Citizen: "heheh....yes, that IS disgusting!"

Here is the conversation from today's outing to Publix:

Emma: "Hi. Hi. Hiii! HI, HI, HI!!"
Balding Man Senior Citizen: Hi, there, cutie-pie!
Emma: "What doin'?"
Balding Man Senior Citizen: "Just shopping, cutie-pie."
Emma: "Did you fwartttt?"
Balding Man Senior Citizen: "Nope, Cutie-Pie! I did that on the other aisle!"

Emma and Baulding Man Senior Citizen laugh hysterically.....

....as i pray that a giant sized hole will open in front of me so i can disappear.

I promise that i do not teach Emma to say these things. I have no blasted idea where "did you fwart" came from. I find myself holding my breath when she talks to senior citizens in the store; i'm sure that they think that i am raising Emma in a jungle where we wear no shoes and eat with our fingers.

Wait a second....Emma hates shoes. And she loves to eat with her fingers....

Never mind....really.

Forgotten Photos.....

 

 

 

 

I can't believe that i forgot that i had taken these photos! I took these on Labor Day when we had family over; as you can see, Emma had quite the time! Between her nieces, Anya the doggie and Emily's phone, well, Emma had a grand time. Although the girls are so much older than Emma, it was nice of them to spend so much time with her. And it was really fun having them here: they are the kind of guests who you don't want to leave because they are so much fun and funny. I am a little surprised that Anya the doggie didn't try to run away as Emma loved on this little dog of Rachel's.

While they were here, we got the amazing news from Rachel that she and Luke are going to become parents! I'm so very excited for them! How amazing it will be to watch this young couple become parents...and of course, i just 'know' it's going to be a girl. Really. I just KNOW it's going to be a little girl.

Emma has been a handful lot of fun lately. Between playing outside in the flower beds, collecting leaves/rocks/sticks, running and jumping and playing on her little play thing in the backyard, she's been busy! It's amazing to see things through her eyes as everything is an adventure, everything is fun, everything is new. A ladybug gives way to giggles, a bee gives way to a chase (not sure what she'll do if she actually catches a bee, lol), and flowers are "bootafuwl". Emma sentences are becoming much longer and her vocabulary is growing like wild-fire. She can count to ten in Spanish, say "hello", "good-bye", "how are you?", "drink", "cat" and a few other words in Spanish. The child LOVES to sing! I smile every time i hear her sing "Twish wittle wight of minnneeee" at the top of her voice. Emma sings in the car, at bed time, during the day....any time is a good time to sing! And although i sound like a cat in heat horrible, i sing right along with her. Our Her favorite cd is the Veggie Tales Night-Time CD-i truly think that we will wear that CD out.

I don't understand where the time goes. It seems that it was just yesterday when Emma was learning to crawl. Now, Emma is able to walk down the stairs standing up, can run (and does!) anywhere, has no trouble getting into her chair and wants to brush her teeth 'by mwselwf'. I've been here for all of this growing up...but it seems that i've blinked, and she's become a toddler. I love in the middle of the day when she's tired, she'll come find me and say "Hold you?" and i'll hold her and rock her as we watch the squirrels or the leaves falling in the backyard....with me trying to imprint this memory in my mind. As much as i love watching her learn and discover things, well, i just wish that she would slow down just a little bit...i wish that she would just slow down a little bit.

Wow...i've done 301 posts!

Amazing. I had no idea that i was any where near +300 posts. I am actually way over 300 posts as some of my posts, well, i keep private. Mostly those posts are notes/letters to Emma for when she is older or notes for me of things to remember about her and us. I keep promising myself that i am going to seriously give scrap booking a try; Mashae and Lori in my MOPS group are amazing scrapbookers, so i am hoping that one of them will feel sorry for me and take me under their wings. I would love for Emma to have a scrapbook of her; i have made her mini-photo albums of Guatemala and photos of all of us, but a scrapbook would be so much nicer for her to have and keep. Blogging is so much easier, though, as it's faster to type and post photos than be creative and cut things out. Yeah, Martha Stewart i'm not...

I have lots to write about...but i'll do that later.

Emma and i are having a "Girl's Weekend" this weekend. I'm afraid that it's been an indoor weekend as it's 47 degrees here and that, my friends, is FREAKING cold. We've painted, practiced wearing our her kitty cat costume and meowing, taken bubble baths, chased each other, played "music" (you should hear me on her mini-drums! I am AWESOME!), moved furniture, moved it back to where it was, moved the furniture again, and stayed in our pjs. Tomorrow, however, the SUN is coming out and we are goin' shoppin'! And maybe to lunch. It's been a fantastically fun weekend with Emma only ripping off her clothes and diaper, oh, maybe 7 times. It's hard to act like you're mad at her when she runs up to you, laughing, naked as a jay bird, swinging her diaper around her head, saying "NO TWAKE CWOTHES OFF!" and then runs away.

Off to play on FB....

You want to be a what?!?!

 

 

 

 

I'm afraid that i've always been anti-princess. I never quite believed the princess stories growing up that "one day, your prince will come and all will be right with the world". It bothered me that there was never a Part II to the Princess story. You know, the one where the Prince isn't really a Prince and there is tons of laundry to do, beds to make, the dwarfs have run off and the Princess is dressed in sweats? I remember thinking in my late twenties, that if i ever did have a daughter, that i would change the story. Not by a lot, mind you, but i would add some things.

Like:

Princess Emma grew up loving school. She couldn't wait to attend school daily and get wonderful grades! Her goal was to be a doctor professional woman with a master's degree. After receiving her master's degree, she would then find a wildly impressive job. travel the world and be deliriously happy that she could take care of herself. Then, and only then, would Princess Emma look for a Prince who was worthy enough to be in her life.

I know, i know, it's nothing like any of the Princess stories that you've read, right?

So far, i've not read any dumb Princess stories to Emma. We read stuff like "Hop on Pop", "My First Bible", "One to Ten" and any animal book that we can find. You know, good books. Books that will have none of that Princess nonsense in them....

Emma is going to be a kitty cat for Halloween. I've been prepping her by asking, "Wouldn't it be fun to be a kitty for Halloween?!?" and "What sound does a kitty make?!?" daily. Yesterday evening at dinner, Robert and i were finishing up and Emma was still munching on a roll when i decided to show Robert our progress.

Me: Emma, what are you going to be for Halloween?

Emma: A PWINCESS!

Yes, you read that correctly. I have to give Robert credit as he neither spit his food out while trying not to laugh nor did he say a word. I couldn't say anything as i was stunned. A Princess?? Is she kidding? By golly, she was going to be a kitty! Besides, i've already ordered the kitty outfit, with matching tail and ears. And it's a rule: no Princesses in this house. Did no one tell her??

Apparently not.

I don't know where she got this Princess stuff....but i have a feeling that dressing up as a Princess isn't too far into our my future. Maybe she will wear the Princess stuff with a stethoscope around her neck? For some odd reason, i doubt it, lol...

Smarter than a two year old....

 

Lately, i've been a frustrated Mommy. I didn't want to ask for help, because i was SO sure that Emma was the only child in the world who was pulling this stuff so i didn't ask. For the past month and a half, this cute, sweet child has been ripping her PJs off and diaper off while in bed. Which, while sounding cute, is as frustrating as you know where heck because it means that the bed will be wet or worse. Much worse. MUCH, MUCH worse...use your imagination here.

This meant that twice a day, i was cleaning bed sheets, PJs, blankets, Emma, Pachi, The Wonder Pets and any other unfortunate stuffed animal who just happened to get, well, pee'd on.

Yeah. I know. Do the laundry math on that one. Fun times, right?

All the while, Ms. Cute-Stuff is repeating to me:

"What hawppened?!?"
"No take cwlothes off!"
"NO take dwiaper off!!"
"NO, NO pee-pee in bed!"
"OWNLY pee-pee in POTTY!!"

...all of the while standing there in her birthday suit, hanging on to Pachi, looking very serious, shaking her finger at me.

Finally, last night, the two parents who apparently were stupid not as smart as a two year old, googled what to do with Princess Pee-Pee. Stop laughing....yeah, we goggled it. Can you believe that there is a whole BUNCH of parents who are also stupid clueless like we were?!?! And, even better, they had suggestions of what to do!

WOO-HOO!

By golly, we would show Princess Pee-A-Lot who was smarter!

The suggestions were so simple that i began to feel stupid because, well, the suggestions were SO simple.

Suggestion 1: Put diaper on victim child BACKWARDS so that the Velcro was in the back! Brilliant!!

Suggestion 2: Put on zippered PJs with no feet on BACKWARDS so that little Houdini little child could not zipper out of them! INSANELY BRILLIANT!!

Robert and i giggled as we got Emma ready for bed last night. Emma kept looking for her 'zwipper', hehee, which she just couldn't find. Finally, after singing a million and one songs, we kissed her and covered her up, giggling at how smart we were. Emma giggled because we were giggling, which made us giggle more.

About 3am, screams are coming from Emma's room. I rush in, and there she is, angry as a hornet. But, she is a dressed hornet. "Whweres zwipper?!?" she wants to know. Robert comes in a few seconds later, and we are smiling and giggling because we are now smarter than a two year old. After a diaper change, and a few more million songs, Princess In-A-Diaper settles back in. And we leave her room, hi-fiving it as we close her door.

This morning?

Heheee....

DRY SHEETS!!! WOO-HOO!!

DRY PJs!!

DRY STUFFED ANIMALS!!! OH, YEAH, I'M THE MOMMY!!

AND A DRY EMMA WITH HER PJs ON!!

I'm sure that there will be times when we won't be as smart as Emma is, lol, but this time, well, we WON! :)

Takin' a nap....

 

...and this, my friends, is what happens when a little girl refuses to take a nap.

She falls asleep at 6 pm in her dinner.