* I do it …
I am so confused … I don’t even know what day it is. This whole vacation day on Monday thing has slap messed me up. All day long I’ve thought it was Monday. I’m greatful it’s Tuesday, but I feel like I am about a week behind, so excuse me if I seem lost tonight. I’m sure I will find my way back to the correct day by the weekend. (maybe).
Speaking of weekends … Emma Joy taught me lots of new things this past weekend while we were visiting.
Mostly, I learned that stubborness is not genetic … it’s obviously a learned behavior. Her favorite phrase of the weekend was “no, I do it” … she told me this numerous times. Today she is 18 months old, apparantly 18 months equals big girl. I had forgotten that, silly me.
It took her a good bit of time to teach her da da Thad how to color. He needed some lessons, she obliged.
I’m not sure how they let him be the boss of all those people when he doesn’t even know how to color properly.
me.
how fun! she can always brighten my day!
She is beautiful. I am so glad that you are back. I have been missing you.
she is so sweet
Oh my goodness! That little girl is just too precious!
I know that when you were talking about stubborn running in the family you had to be speaking of your fathers side of the family. I am certain that it could not have been on your mothers side.
Too cute! Wait till she takes those markers to da da Thad’s walls!!! Remember is called “Art” da da Thad! I have an “art collection” in crayon behind brandons door. Just cant bring myself to Mr.Clean Magic erase it yet!
Ahhhh yes, those wonderful washable markers that the kids can’t tell from the permenant ones. I remember the day when I was talking to my inlaws that were in Japan. You know, back when phones actually had cords and you could only go so far. Well, Britt was a little older than Emma and got one of my permenant markers and while on the phone that was costing over $1 per min., she proceeded to mark on the side of the gun case and lucky for me, the TV screen(that came off). While I was talking to her Nana, I was also trying to hit her with my foot to get her to stop. Nope, she just smiled at me, and continued. We started to call this “her rage for learning” as she did lots of stuff. Get ready dads, there is more to come.