Monday, April 16, 2012

Says Eme

We read multiple times a day in our house. As a result, Emeline has dialog attributives down pat. Once or twice a day I'll hear her in the other room saying something like, "'The rain drops are going nigh-nigh,' says Eme."

Or, "'Eme loves baby Sylvie,' says Eme."

So without further ado, I give you:

Says Eme

The other morning she walked into our room and brightly said, "Good morning!" With my eyes closed I kissed her and lifted her into bed, vying for a few more seconds before I had to actually get out of bed. She grabbed my Bible in transit and began 'reading.' She's really into David lately. She learned that David was a good helper in Sunday School a few months ago and it stuck. (Which is super handy.) That particular morning she said, "David loves her mommy."

"David's a boy, Eme. Not a girl," I said.

"David wears a head band."

Too early to deliberate.

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At dinner the other night Emeline announced, "Daddy's a man!"
"Thank you, Emeline."
"What am I?" I asked her.

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The other day we met her preschool friends at a local park. As it was a brisk morning, I grabbed her pink and purple stocking hat and stuffed it on her head so that her ears would stay warm. While buckling her into the van, I noticed her fuchsia flower sun glasses under the arm rests of her car seat. I asked her if she was going to wear those too.

"Can't wear sunglasses with hat!" she incredulously replied. "No ears!"

Seen here with her other pair of sunglasses

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Emeline's life is a musical. She will make up songs about whatever she is currently doing. Lately, we've  tentatively revisited potty training. After a particularly exciting success I heard her rewriting the words to a familiar song:

Eme went potty in the toilet!
Eme went potty in the toilet!
Red and yellow, black and white,
they are precious in his sight.
Jesus loves the little potty of the world! (pronounced 'woi-yald')


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Does anyone else remember the song Have Patience from The Music Machine? A song that has also come in handy many times with our sometimes impatient two-year-old. Well, it came back to bite me. When we first tried potty-training a few months ago, we made the grave and rookie mistake of coupling this milestone with Emeline sleeping in her new bed. Drunk with the freedom that is available outside of cribs, the time between when we said goodnight and when she actually fell asleep was a nightmare. A long nightmare. Knowing we had lost leverage, she would get out of bed over and over again claiming she had to go potty. Of course, she was bluffing, but wanting to 'honor her request' we followed her into the bathroom, hands tied. On an extra frustrating night she was on the potty while I sat on the edge of the bathtub, pregnant, and exhausted. She was her happy self, chattering about anything and everything. I'm sure I sighed and had a few sharp words for her about the importance of focusing. She quieted down for a few seconds and then began softly singing, "Have patience, have patience, don't be in such a hurry..."


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As with typical two-year-olds, there have been a lot of time outs lately. And as it follows, other objects and people have had time outs as well. Yesterday and ball kept rolling when she told it to "Stop moving!" and so it was put in time out (Pronounced "Tie-Bout!").

A few weeks ago my mother-in-law and I were engrossed in a lengthy conversation at the table. In the periphery of my hearing I begin to understand there was something else going on at the table. Feeling left out Emeline began to say, "Stop talking, Mommy! Stop talking! One, two, three. Tie-Bout!"

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But her imagination thrills me most days. Lately instead of walking down the stairs she says she is going to "Slide down the steep mountainside." Ezra Jack Keats' The Snowy Day has surely inspired this.

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