Tonight my 3 year old niece is spending the night, making it Em’s first sleepover. I don’t know who is more excited, my kid or me. I love my niece to death, and I am so excited to spend some much needed time with her.
I’ve got everything planned out (cuz I’m a total crazy planner person). We got some crafts to do, helping mom with dinner, making sundaes! It reminds me a lot of when I use to spend the night at my Nanie’s and Aunt’s house when I was little.
I use to LOVE spending the night there. We’d watch movies, eat candy and popcorn and in the morning my Nanie usually made breakfast. I think my Aunt would be proud if she could see everything I had planned in my head. I guess in that sense I take after her.
Only one question remains; can I handle two 3 year olds in one house, over night? Hmm…guess I didn’t think that part through at all. We’ll see. Let the games begin!
Yesterday, on Father’s Day, my little niece was born. Little Kalei Aris, 7lbs 3oz, 20in long. It’s crazy to see how my family is growing. My brother already has a little girl who is exactly 3 months to the day younger than my little one. I’m not quite sure I’m ready for another child of my own, Em is definitely a handful all her own. Although, everyone keeps telling me that another child would calm Em down and keep her occupied. I don’t know, we’ll see when the time comes. Until then I’m excited and humbled to have these 3 lovely little ladies in my life.
Yep, time to ketchup with mel and michele (1st and 15th of every month) This time we are talking about:
In 57 words or less, tell us a story about a great dad in your life, fact or fiction.
My dad and I didn’t always have the “perfect” relationship. As I’ve gotten older our relationship has grown. He is always there when I need his help. He loves my Emily unconditionally and in his own way, he loves me too and that’s all I can ask for. I love you dad! Happy Father’s Day!
A few weeks ago my husband and I took our daughter to Sears to get a “big girl” bed. No, not the toddler “big girl” bed. I mean the “this is the bed that you’ll have until you are 18 years old; move out of the house or make enough money to where you can buy your own bed.” So needless to say, she was all kinds of excited when we pulled in to the parking garage.
Before we walked into the store (hell before we even got out of the car), this is the conversation we had.
Me: “Now what are the rules before we walk in here?”
Em: “Hold mommy or daddy’s hand. I KNOW MOM!”
So I’m sure you can imagine what my perfect little angel did as soon as we walked in to the store. Hastily breaks away from my hand and says “I’m a BIG girl! I don’t need your hand!” and continues to run ahead of me, touching and grabbing everything in sight. Totally what we had JUST discussed in the car.
There I am, still on the first floor, only about 200 feet from the entrance desperately trying to grab any part of my child that I can. Meaning flailing arms, hood of the jacket, and yes, even the hair. When I finally get a hold of some part of my child, she screams bloody murder. So loud, in fact, that people begin to turn around and stare. Some with those judging eyes as if I had just attacked my child.
So, I make a deal with my child. I tell her “If you keep your little butt directly in front of me, then I won’t hang on to you.” As if making a deal with a 3 1/2 year old is an awesome idea (no, no it’s not) it didn’t matter because she doesn’t listen anyway.
After a pure hour from HELL (just trying to buy this stinking bed was a hassle due to stupid iPad) it was finally time to sign and get the heck out of that store. Believe you me, with a kid who has the attention span of about 15 minutes I was ready to go and grab a drink. Most of the time I was standing at the counter dealing with the sales guy and the hubs was with the little wild child (she listens better to him than me), but when it came time to sign the sales slip, hubs and I had to switch places. Almost immediately she takes off down an aisle. I try to catch her on the other side and when I get there she is GONE! I have never been so terrified in my life. Instantly my heart-felt like it had dropped to my feet, panicked breathing commences and crazy, hysterical momma comes out.
There I am, running down the outside of all the aisles, frantically searching for my kid, screaming her name with no replies. Where the hell could she be? All I could think of was either A) someone took off with her or B) she was half way down all those escalators. I come rounding the corner to where my hubs is signing the sales slip and there she is, running right to daddy. My hubs had no idea what had just happened. When I told him he said, “All I saw was water welling up in your eyes and you looked completely pale.” Thank goodness this whole thing was only about 30 seconds of my life, but it was the longest 30 seconds of my life.
Most of the time I look at my daughter and think she is an exact mini copy of her father. She has his mannerisms, his attitude and she looks more like daddy then she does me. Then there are moments, like last night, where I realize she may be just like daddy but there are times where she tries to be just like me.
My brother has a daughter who was born exactly 3 months to the day after my Emily was born. These kids are SUPER cute together, but man can they do the catty fighting. There is a true, almost sisterly love between though. I just wish my sister-in-law and I got along better so they could spend more time together. I never had a cousin growing up. I’m glad that Emily can have that experience.
It’s that special time again to play a game with Mel and Michele. This time we are to write about:
In 57 words or less, tell us about a favorite or memorable vacation you’ve taken in your life.
I think one of the most memorable vacations with Emily so far has been her first trip to the snow. All bundled up in her snow clothes (not quite as bad as the kid from A Christmas Story, but close) ready for anything. The first thing she did was fall into the snow and make an angel and since she is a little speed demon, she loved the sled!