I was looking back through my pictures and realized that I've gotten really backed up with them. I still haven't posted the final Disney World post. I figured that I'd use the pictures that I've take over the last couple of months to do a general update about the kids
Emma January 2010
It has become so apparent to me that Emma is headed straight for the tween years. She's only seven (not quite yet even) but we've hit some sort of shift in age. I find myself having a hard time figuring out what to buy for a birthday party that will still be fun but not too babyish. She can no longer fit in the little girl shoes that we have bought her whole life. Since we've moved to SC and made that wonderful transition to a King size bed, we have totally eased up on our "stay in your own bed" rules. We've pretty much decided that as long as they start out in there own bed and give us some time together, alone, we really don't care if they get in the bed with us. They've even become so skilled at it that they don't wake us up. It occurred me the other day that we're probably limited on the time that Emma will want get in the bed with us like that. For a few nights, she stayed in her own. I surprised myself this morning when I was relieved to see her sleeping in between us.
She's an amazing little girl.. Smart, beautiful, competitive, outgoing, strong willed but compassionate, a wonderful combination in my mind. Every mother's dream for her little girl. That scares me to death. I can already see a subconcious need that other's have to pick her apart. To point something out about her that isn't perfect. She is the type of girl that I frequently saw deal with major self-esteem issues during our time in youth ministry. The ones that had eating disorders. The ones that became cutters. I hope that us being aware of the situation will help. She has an adoring daddy. I know that will help. Still, people do not realize that, in their attempts to lift themselves or their child up, they tear these little girls to pieces. As my friend Nellie said the other night, "I've seen way too much about teenagers". (As a side note: these tactics WILL NOT make you friends with these little girl's mothers. They WILL avoid you as much as possible). I can already see this playing out in her feelings about herself. She brought home her papers from school the other day and had a 97 and 99 in reading and math. She cried because they weren't 100s. I struggle with figuring out the balance between encouraging to do her best and pressuring her. I struggle with trying to find a balance between teaching her self-esteem and teaching her humility. I know, like most things, I'm overthinking..
On a lighter note, she's definitely a tad on the dramatic side. The other day, she was being overly dramatic about something, I can't recall, this happens so often. I looked at her and said, "my little drama queen". She stood up, and put her hands on her hips and stomped her foot and said, "I AM NOT A DRAMA QUEEN IF YOU CALL ME THAT AGAIN, I THINK I'LL DIE". I don't think it helped matters that I laughed uncontrollably for five minutes.
She makes my heart feel as if it could explode with love and fear and admiration.
The Big Snow
We got six inches of snow back in February. People tell us that that hadn't happened around here in 8 years. So, even though Adam and I got enough snow to last a lifetime during our three years in WV, we quickly geared up for a once in every 8 years occurance and made the most of the day. We had snowball fights, made snow cream, failed miserably at sledding and made a pretty spiffy snow woman.
We found out pretty quickly, that our girls were southern girls at heart as they stood inside the house crying and begging to get out of their snow clothes through the window as Adam and I finished off the "princess snow woman" that they thought was such a good plan when we started :).
These are pictures from science day at Emma's school. All of the first grade classes rotated and went to different science stations. They made paper, did woodcraft, painting and the top picture is a portable planetarium that they set up in the gym. We are so thankful to be a part of such a wonderful school. I am all too aware that many of our friends don't have an option of a good school in their public school system.
A Soccer Player in the Making
The nap thing also complicates potty training. We have everything down but number two. She waits until she is alone in her room at naptime to poop. I have tried putting her in there at 11. I've tried putting her in there at 2. I've set a little potty in her room so she can have privacy. I've sat and read books to her while she sits on the toilet before her nap. So, I switched to leaving her in underwear for her nap. After cleaning poop out of the carpet two days in a row, I decided ugh uh.. So yesterday, I decided that since she wasn't sleeping anyway, I'd keep her up and watch her like a hawk and when I saw the signs, run, grab her and stick her on the toilet. I watched her until she fell asleep. Of course, isn't that how motherhood works? And, she has yet to poop. My guess is she's waiting for naptime today. :).
She has a huge vocabulary and never stops talking. Her favorite movie at the moment is Annie. The other night, she was running around singing, "Tomorrow, I'd love you to stay away". LOL.
She makes my heart melt. She puts a spring in my step, has gotten me below the weight I was when we got married, and she lights up my life in ways I never knew possible.
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