Wednesday, July 17, 2013

Sweet Emery Jean



I feel like I have written a lot of posts recently about Ryan so I have to include Emmy!  My sweet monkey is getting so big, so fast!  Sometimes I catch a glance of her and she looks so mature.  And she is beautiful.   I mean we are going to be in serious trouble as she gets older, Josh is going to have to get a game plan together soon.  She is all girl too!  We are going to have a lot of fun together in the years to come.  She is almost 4 ½ years old already, crazy to think we are thinking about kindergarten already.  A few things she is up to these days.

Emmy changes her clothes at least 12 times a day.  Six in the morning before school and six afterward.  She usually changes her PJs a few times too.  It is getting ridiculous.  We are trying to teach her how to pick them up and put them away.  So far it isn’t going to well…. I have tell her all the time that you are only pretty if you are pretty on the inside.  People are pretty on the inside when they are nice and kind to everyone.  I am hoping it sinks in eventually.

Speaking of clothes, I took her shopping recently.  Now she wont just pick out a dress, she has to try it on.  Well I should say try 10 on.

She is really into playing imaginary games and I love it!  We play school a lot but recently she’d been pretending to be Izzy (from Jake and Neverland) and puts on a bandana and has her telescope.  Usually I am captain hook.

She is very social, I think she likes going to the park more to meet other kids than to play.  If we walk over and there is no one else there you can just see the disappointment in her face.

She is very sweet, caring and compassionate.  She gets very upset when someone else is hurt or sad.  There is a dog behind us that whines on occasion and she is always very concerned.  She’ll look over the fence and say, ahh he is so sad.

Her new thing is “sorry”.  Says it all the time.  Sometimes I think she thinks she can justify being bad because she immediately says sorry! 

She is smart.  Really smart.  She can count to 100, write all her letters, spell all our names and is starting to sound out words.  After she watched Dora the other day she started saying all the colors in Spanish (I guess TV isn’t all that bad?!).  She has been selected to start in a kindergarten class at her preschool next year.  Same curriculum as a regular kindergarten but for kids that aren’t quite 5.  I am excited for her.  I think she would have been really bored hanging in her group for another year.

She loves her brother!  She calls him brother, bud or baroo.  Come to think of it I don’t think I have ever heard her call him Ryan.  If I dress him in a collared shirt her response always is “Wow brother don’t you look handsome!”.  It is so cute.  She just wants to snuggle with him all the time and can’t understand why he doesn’t want to sit still.  He gives her hugs on occasion and she just loves it!  They are so damn cute together, hopefully they will always be buddies.

She is super coordinated.  The kid can do the hulla hoop for minutes at a time, can catch a ball and hit a baseball with the bat.  Not off a t-ball, hits the balls when we throw it at her!  She is getting really good a swimming.  Not quite to the point we can let her go in on her own but definitely getting there.

She has the craziest memory!  She absolutely has a better sense of direction than me. I am pretty sure if I dumped her somewhere in SD she could make it home.  She remembers the outfits she wears at different events, what she ate and little details from trips in the past.  She does not forget a thing!  

Yesterday she told me the perfect pet for our family is a hamster and asked if we can get one.  And it starts….

This girl cannot get enough water.



I document her outfits so i can show her one day :)




School field trip with her buddies!


Finally payback for making my mom hang up all the clothes from the dressing rooms...


We found a pine cone in the street and she thought it was the coolest thing ever!


Good Morning!



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