Monday, March 16, 2009

Two Years Ago Today

Two years ago today, our beautiful daughter, Emmerson, was born at 10:41 a.m. She was 6 lbs, 14 oz. and 20 inches long.

March 16, 2007

Never before in our lives could we imagine how much love a mother and father could possibly have for their tiny blessing from God. It's simply unexplainable.

March 16, 2009

Meet our spunky, full of life, cracks-you-up, independent, stubborn, full of personality, strong-willed, intelligent, and beautiful two-year-old.

Even though we had a bigger party over the weekend, we celebrated her actual birthday with our family at Chuck E. Cheese tonight. It was her first time to go and she had a blast. There were so many things for her to do and explore that I think she got overwhelmed at first.

Here she is doing it her own way.

She loved the ferris wheel ride.

"Hello? I'd like to speak to the manager of this place. Some kid keeps bugging me and asking for my tokens."

And finally, for your very own entertainment....

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Yes, that's right.

There's never a dull moment in our household. EVER.

And we wouldn't trade it for the world.

Happy 2nd Birthday, Emmerson! We love you more than life itself and are so proud to be your Mommy and Daddy!

Sunday, March 15, 2009

Two Years Ago Today

Two years ago today, I had eaten my last good meal for awhile before my scheduled c-section the following morning.

Two years ago today, I looked as big as the Good Year blimp. Or at least felt like it.

Two years ago today, I hadn't yet experienced for myself the unconditional love a mother automatically has for her child.

Two years ago today, our lives hadn't changed forever.

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Sunday, March 1, 2009

A Little Bit of Everything

I know, I know.

My last post was at the end of November, and here it is, the first day of March. I could come up with a million and one excuses as to why I haven't posted in what seems like an eternity, but I'll just stop right there. Sign me up for Slackers Anonymous if you want, but I'm not afraid to admit it right here that I'm a slacker. I'm reminded quite frequently (Mom) that I haven't added anything to my blog in awhile. That I know.

I ALSO know that our almost (in two weeks)two-year old Emmerson has done so many new and hilarious things. That girl never ceases to amaze us at how intelligent she is. It could be just a biased mom opinion, but who cares? Her teachers at school constantly tell us that she is advanced. Well, yeah. It must be in the genes. (I refuse to label WHOSE genes they are, for fear of what either set of grandparents might do or say.)

Em is SO full of personality, and sometimes she gets a little carried away. Running around in circles screaming is one of her favorite pasttimes. Oh, and jumping. Whether it's on the floor or counting to three before jumping down on the bed, she can definitely keep herself entertained for awhile.

She knows when we are talking about her, retelling something she did to another person, because her head turns toward us, her eyes sparkle, and a huge grin slowly creeps upon her dimpled cheeks as she begins to giggle softly. That just cracks us all up and she laughs hysterically all over again.

I don't know if Emmerson listened intently to my English lessons while she was in my belly, but she can definitely spit out a good sentence using the correct grammar. Some of the newest ones have been the following:

"I can't reach it."

"I don't want it." (Tonight was the first time I heard that).

"Not nice." (Do you think she hears that often?)

"I show daddy/mommy?"

"I go potty!"

And her most often used, "What's that name?"

Emmerson loves to sing. Especially in the car. The other day, Em and I were driving home after I picked her up from school, and we were singing some songs together.

"How 'bout (pause) Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star?" I asked her.

"No," she quickly responded.

"How 'booooout, um, (pause) Jesus Loves Me?"


Obviously I couldn't please her and gave up. We sat in silence for about thirty seconds until I heard a little voice pipe up behind me.

"How 'booooout, ummmm, ABCD?"

I couldn't help but laugh and somehow got out, "Okay, (laugh), we'll sing ABCD, you silly girl."

That soaking up like a sponge saying really IS true.

I'm always excited to hear what she's going to say next. It's like life's "To Be Continued" episode and you never know when it's going to come on. I treasure these moments because, sadly, time goes by so quickly. I still can't believe she'll be two.

I know I'm going all over creation in this post. Are you going to complain or just read it? Remember, people, I haven't written anything in months. MONTHS!

Insert subject change here.)

Another exciting breakthrough we've had is The Potty.

I wanted to wait introducing the potty to her because sometimes it's not good to do it too early. A million questions ran through my mind. Seriously. I've reads lots and lot of articles, yet I still don't seem to have it all put together. How do I know if she's ready? What should she be doing to let me know? Should she wear pull ups? Training underwear? Does she need a doll that wets?

Yeah. It just goes on and on.

I do know that a girl her age at school has already moved up to the next class because she's potty training. Right. No pressure here. I found out last week that two of the kids in Emmerson's class are working on it now. Granted, they are boys, but Emmerson gets jealous when they get to use the potty and she doesn't. Also, a girl in her class at church has gone too. I know you aren't supposed to compare your child to others, but how could I not? It seemed like everyone I knew close to her age was using the potty. I knew it was time to get serious. Her teachers have told me a few times that she'd probably pick it up very easily. We will see.

We've done lots to prepare. We've bought the pullups, the party horns, the thin girls underwear, the thick training underwear (once I found out that I'm not supposed to start out using the thin ones yet. What? Like I knew?), the potty chair, the doll that wets, stickers, treats. You name it. We've bought it.

What I hadn't prepared for was the insanity I'd go through trying to get that child to STAY on the potty. She'd say she wanted to try and then I'd put her on and she'd start crying to get off. "Okay, then we'll just put your diaper on, " I told her. "Nooooooooo, doh pootttty!" she'd wail.

Sigh. We'd go back and forth and tears would flow. Not mine, but I bet that's what you were thinking.

She's not ready. Fine. I GET it.

Then on Friday night, the day that I found out she had fellow potty-ers in her class, I thought I'd give it another whirl. After her bath, I put Emmerson on the big toilet. I had to hold her up or she would've fallen in. "Try to potty like a big girl" I encouraged her. Then lo and behold, she did it! Steve jumped up and down like a wild buffoon and we screamed and clapped our hands (well I couldn't or she would've gone right in) while praising her. I did feel my eyes well up with tears as I watched her smile with pride. It only took about a minute's time when I realized right then and there that my little girl's not a baby anymore. Such a bittersweet moment that I'll remember forever.

(Wiping away tears). Okay. (Sniff.) Where was I?

So I tried to sit her again on the potty about half an hour later. Was it just a coincidence or did she really "get" the potty thing? Nope, she was not having any part of it again.

Tonight we had another breakthrough. I thought I'd try it again after her bath. She chose her smaller potty this time and I bribed her by saying that she could put another sticker on her chart that we made for her if she went potty again. She fell right for it because she really tried hard and it worked!! This time we made sure to snap some pictures.

This is her reaction when we told her we were proud of her. Just to clear it up for you, she's laughing, not crying, in this picture.

This is her pointing to the proof that she went potty like a big girl.

This is the chart I made. I think I'm going to reduce the size some and after she fills up the chart, she can get a small reward. The stickers seem to please her just fine though.

We had a HUGE snowstorm come through and we're out tomorrow (just one of the perks about being a teacher), so we'll try the whole potty thing again tomorrow and she how she deals with it. Pray for me. No, make that pray for US.

Sunday, November 30, 2008

A Big Girl, a Bed, and Bunches of Boo Hoos

I know it's been awhile now since I've posted. By the time I get home from school, I have no energy and I still have to take care of Emmerson. Believe me, she definitely keeps us busy. You'll see why soon.

But first...thought I'd update those of you who read my blog but don't get to see her often.

Oh our sweet Emmerson. She's twenty months and growing by leaps and bound...waaaay too fast, if you ask me. It seems like she adds a few words to her vocabulary every single day and it never ceases to amaze us how incredibly smart she is. I know I sound biased since I'm her mommy, but her daycare teachers and nursery workers have also said the same thing. Those kinds of things just make a mommy proud. Our little "Boo Boo" can say a few simple sentences like "Sit up", "Get down", No, no, Bay-yee (Baylee, our dog)", "I seepy (sleepy)", "Tiss (kiss) boo boo" and her newest from tonight, "I show Daddy" and "I show Mommy." She can identify all of her body parts and even a few animals and their sounds such as dog, cat, horse, sheep, and cow. We are working on her manners and she is getting pretty good at remembering to say please and thank you, which end up sounding like "Pees" and "Day-doo." Emmerson is very independent and loves to read and play by herself. We are SO thankful for that. When I read her favorite book to her, I'll leave out the last word of the sentence and she'll what they are supposed to be. She is truly a little comedian and will do anything for a laugh, even if it means repeating someone else's words. Currently, her favorite things include running, jumping, watching Praise Baby, singing, reading, being with family, playing peek-a-boo, and climbing.

Climbing. Like all toddlers love to do, especially her. Apparently, she loves it SO much, that last night, she decided to take it to the next level....FROM HER CRIB.

Yes, you read that right. If you know Emmerson at all, you knew it'd happen one day (and pretty soon, too). She didn't do it just once, mind you. The little escapee got out THREE TIMES.

The first time it happened, dh was in the living room and I was on the computer. Emmerson was in her crib and supposed to be SLEEPING. All of a sudden, I heard a "THUD" and ran into her room. "OH MY GOOOOOOSH!" was the first thing I said when I saw Emmerson standing on the floor looking at her crib with an expression of, "Holy Cow! Did I just escape?!" I asked her how she got out of there, but she ignored me and decided to lie flat on her stomach with her arms and legs spread out like she was swimming. All I could do was laugh. Dh came in and we just stared at one another, our eyes saying, "The time has finally come."

We wanted to see how the little escapee did it, so dh put her back in her crib and caught this second crib escape on video.

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Simple. Just like that. We've been calling her Houdini lately. She can get out of ANYthing. Just yesterday, she slid her way out of her stroller. Twice.

After realizing that she might be climbing out all night, we decided to tie her crib bumpers to the top of the crib rails and head/footboards to ban her from using them to climb out. Through the crack of the door and the lights off, we watched our little monkey swing her long leg over the crib rail and scale down the front of the crib with ease. UNbelievable.

What to do now? I regularly read a blog that a mother of quads writes. Once her little toddlers came to the age of crib-climbing, she got advice from other quad mommies to take the cribs out and just use the mattresses and get them used them as beds. Of course, everything not toddler-friendly had to be taken out for safety purposes. And so, even though we don't have quads (whew!), we decided to use this advice, and that is exactly what we did last night. We took out ALL of her baskets of toys and the bookshelf (that isn't bolted to the wall). We had to turn her nightstand around facing the wall so she wouldn't open the door. Her lamp was taken out too and any outlets were safety-plugged. We took her mattress out of her crib and put it in the middle of the floor. No sense in putting her back IN b/c she'd climb out all night and we wouldn't get ANY sleep. All that was left in there was the glider, nightstand, dresser, and crib.

Her bookcase, baskets, and toys were put out in the hallway.

Our little angel asleep in her new "bed".

All the extras were thrown into the crib.

Her room is starting to look bare.

It didn't take too long for her to finally go to sleep. Today we took the bed apart and it's going upstairs until it's needed again (not for awhile).

Emmerson isn't the only one going through change. SO AM I!!! I had a huge mommy meltdown last night! Hearing Em run to the door, screaming to get out, just broke my heart. I guess when she does it in the crib, it's not as bad b/c she can't get out. She literally pounded on the door. It's worse now that she can run to the door and I had to shut it for the first time so she couldn't get out. Oh, she finally fell asleep after about thirty minutes.

But it.was.hard.

I went to bed before dh and once he came to bed, he heard me crying. I vented to him the whole, "She's growing up so fast and is not a baby anymore. " Oh, I'm tearing up right now just typing this. I know with the first, everything is a huge milestone because you've never experienced it before. Don't even get me started on potty-training. Oh, I'll be a complete mess with that too. I was crying about that as well. What I'll miss most is patting her cute little bootie and hearing the little diaper sound.

It's funny that just the other day, we were like, "What are we going to get Emmerson for Christmas?" Now we know. A bed. We're going to go ahead and get a twin bed and get guard rails so we won't have to worry w/ spending money on a toddler one. Gosh, she's gonna look so tiny in that bed.

Putting her down for a nap today was a mess...more so for me. I told her to lay down on her bed (mattress w/ sheets and's not like a prison and she wouldn't. I thought I'd try the hard way and took all of her stuffed animals and her lovey (she calls it Bun-Bun), thinking that she'd lie down right away if I did. Nope. It took about an hour and a half for her to finally get to bed, but she did and slept for about two and a half hours.

I thought tonight was going to be another hard night. Earlier we had moved her mattress where the crib used to be and made up her "bed." Once we started winding down for bed, we read a book in the rocker together and then all three of us said our prayers. I had a nice, snuggly blanket tucked underneath her bed and showed her wear to lie down on her pillow. She's only known the comforts of her crib. We did our hugs and kisses and then I quickly ran out of the room with an "I love you" on the way out. She ran to the door, screaming, but calmed down in a matter of minutes. We peeked in a little later and guess where she her bed, under the blanket, head on the pillow, with a book on her chest. That's how I always fell asleep too...when I had been studying, at least.

Awwwwww, right?

The room is actually dark. I just had the flash on.

I gently took the book away and pulled the blanket up to her neck and tiptoed back out, closing the door behind me. Mission accomplished!! Let's hope this keeps up! Guess we'll need to tire her out every night before bedtime. hehe We decided that we're going to continue letting her get used to her own area and let her sleep on the mattress while we look for a twin-sized bed in the meantime.

Please pray for me, as it is harder on me than Emmerson, because I'm having to face the fact that she is growing up and not a little baby anymore. Transitions and new milestones are NOT easy for first-time moms, at least not for this one. I've been encouraged by a few to remember to take plenty of pictures and video and cherish the memories we have with her because they really grow up way too fast. It's a bittersweet feeling. When they're a baby, you want them to hurry and get a little bigger so they can do some things on their own. Once that time comes, you hate that they don't need you anymore. I'm looking forward to seeing what God has in store for her, but at the same time, I just want her to stay a little girl forever because I'll know I'll miss those baby "firsts." Sigh.

Does all this emotional babbling mean it's time for another one?

Wednesday, November 5, 2008

Monday, September 15, 2008

Time Out A.K.A. "The Corner"

Fearless got in trouble tonight for purposely dumping her milk on the living room floor. AS IF our carpet isn't dirty enough (and we're most likely going to get hardwood flooring soon...thanks Emmerson and Baylee), Miss Em decided to add yet another milk stain to the floor. She thinks it's a game since it comes out of certain sippy cups so quickly and easily. Time to put those away in the back of the cupboard, I guess.

She's been told numerous times that this isn't allowed and has been disciplined for it. Usually she doesn't cry.

Tonight we tried a different approach. Daddy made her sit in the chair for one minute and face THE CORNER. She hated it. And she cried her head off. Hysterically. You would've thought she'd been there forEVER.

I couldn't help it. I HAD to take a few pictures. Why? One, because I had to have proof that something actually WORKED with her.

And two, it reminded me too much of the countless times that I spent in the corner at her least from what I've seen in pictures, specifically this one:

Like mother, like daughter. Notice any resemblance?

At the Fair

A couple of weeks ago, we went to the fair. It was Emmeron's first fair experience ever. (Little did we know that this also was the night before everyone but Emmerson got sick with the dreadful stomach virus. )

We all had a good time and Emmerson even got to ride a few rides. I'm sure she wasn't tall enough for most of them, but they let her on anyway, as long as one of us rode with her. We stuffed our faces with Pronto Pups, corn on the cob, Diet Coke, a bottle of water, and a funnel cake. Steve also had some kind of sandwich, but I forget what it's called. All of that probably added up to $27,362.57. Okay, maybe not quite that much, but you get the point; when you go to the fair, you're GONNA spend some serious dough.

We enjoyed ourselves at the petting zoo. Emmerson? Not so much. I'm surprised that "Fearless" didn't want to be near the goats. That's a first. We rode a few rides with Emmerson and we each had some tickets left over to go on a ride by ourselves. We both realized that riding by yourself at the fair is just not as much fun.

By the time 8:30 rolled around, we knew it was time to scoot ourselves out of there because the little one was getting tired. She laughed and smiled all the way to the exit. I think her first fair experience turned out to be a great one!

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