March 10, 2008

Emma in her Princess dress Grandma Eda Gose made for her

Using whatever she can for a Microphone, even the knobs on the wood stove

Princess Emma

Jordan has school in Casper this week so Emma and Brianna went with him. It is nice for them to spend the week with him, after all the weeks he has been going to Rawlins. Emma misses him so much when he is away.
Emma is such a card. I get such a kick out of her. She won’t talk hardly at all, but will grab you by the shirttail and lead you to where she wants to go. She will always get her point across and will refuse to say any words you try to get her to say. Sometimes she surprises us with a clear word. Right now it is “uh oh” that she likes saying and says it often. I bought her some Easter cookies and sent them home with her when they left my house. Brianna gave her one that night and then sit them on the counter. The next morning she waddled out to the kitchen while Jordan and Brianna were in the living room visiting. Soon they heard a crash and a “uh oh”. They went out and found she had pulled the cookies down and they were all over the floor as she sit in the middle eating a cookie. Then she went and found a Kleenex and tried to clean up the cookie mess. Brianna said she couldn’t get after her with her being so cute!
Emma likes to play with my flashlight. I teased her and had her blow on it and would turn it on when she did… then I would turn it off when she blew on it again. A few days later she brought me her little night time pooh bear that’s face lights up and plays music. The batteries ran down and it wasn’t working. I said “what’s wrong?” She looked at it and blew on it… again and again. I don’t know if she was just telling me with actions it wasn’t lighting up or if she thought blowing on it would light it up. Anyway we changed batteries and she blew on it and it worked!
Emma was hitting on her momma and Brianna said “Don’t hit Emma, it isn’t nice” She hit Brianna a couple more times then reached over and hit me. I said in a gruff voice “if you hit me I will hit you back!” She wouldn’t have anything to do with me after that. Broke my heart to think she would think I would actually hit her. I finally said I was sorry and wouldn’t hit her, then bribed her with a potato chip. Guess it will be up to mommy and daddy to correct her… grandma’s job is to spoil!