I Love Her Use of Words

As Emmeline and I were driving home from Party City today, she was playing with the balloon she had received from "a nice man" and chatting with herself. I heard her mention something about a dog, and started paying attention. She said, "'Snot a dog. 'Sa balloon. On leash. I have leash on a balloon." I was cracking up at her language. Of course it's a leash. What else do you hold onto to keep your balloon from running away? A leash, naturally.
We're keeping an almost running commentary on the litany of things that Emmeline can do that babies can't. She reminded me today that "babies can't have a cup." Nevermind that I had been telling her that babies can't have cupcakes, cups are more important. She was completely thrown when my mom told her babies can't talk. "Can't use a words?" She was so shocked by this information that she brought it up again, several times. "Babies don't talk." No surprise that Ms. Verbal Skills is concerned about a whole person who can't even communicate. She likes to tell us too about the many things she's going to share with the baby when it comes to our house, "in a spring." She will share her ball and her dog, but according to Em, "babies can't go in Meme's car." Hmmm. Nor in Meme's lap, or all of Meme's house actually. We'll be working on that one.

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Decorating the Tree/Dress-up

My funny girl. She was SO excited to help trim the tree, she could hardly slow down enough to actually HELP. She had a tough time hanging the ornaments, but loved unpacking them, and talking about them. To pass the time, she tried on her dress ups.

Here is an actual conversation we had today. She was sitting in my lap, at nap time, in that 10 minute window before I'm actually off, and we're able to go home.

Me: Emmeline, yuck. Please don't pick your nose.

E: Pickin nose gross?

M: Yes, gross.

E: Pickin nose gross?

M: Yeah.

E: (reaches up to pick my nose)

M: No, thank you. I don't like that.

E: Pick nose self?

Awesome.

Santa Claus!

Another successful visit to the "real" Santa. Emmeline was a little nervous about this all week, but was much more interested when she got to see a few kids going into Santa's sleigh ahead of her. Once she figured out how the routine went, and that Santa wasn't scaring anyone else, she started asking me when it would be her turn. She practically elbowed the family ahead of us out of the way, telling me "Girl all done. Emmeline's turn. I want sit in Santa's lap." She climbed into his sleigh, list in hand, and was doing great, even sitting on his lap without trouble. Then, Santa asked her to look at him...she did and then LOST it. "Mommy hug!" I had to get in the sleigh too. Oh well. At some point, she'll be over this, and then it won't be long before she won't even want to go. Emmeline's list was only one item, a bed for her baby doll, but Santa promised a new baby doll and some storybooks too. I think that would be a lovely Christmas.

On the baby front, we had our 20 week ultrasound the Friday before Thanksgiving. It went well, everything is developing nicely, and the tech didn't slip up and tell us the sex. If I can get my hands on a scanner, I'll put some of the pictures up. Last time, I was attending Loyola, so was able to use their scanners. We're still a little bit last decade here at our house. This baby is WAY more active than I remember Emmeline being at this point. Emmeline's active times were morning and early afternoon. This baby sleeps in, and then parties hard all night. I don't remember Em kicking hard enough to wake me up, or prevent me sleeping, until much closer to the end. I'm only 21 weeks now, and have trouble sleeping most nights because this baby is rocking out. I really do enjoy feeling the kicks though, I had forgotten how great that part of pregnancy is. This is the golden time - not so big to be uncomfortable, and past all the first trimester crap. I'm pretty sure strangers can tell I'm pregnant, and not just lumpy. I love this second trimester. Even with Em, I didn't get big enough to be really truly uncomfortable until around 34/35 weeks. Which means I should be really truly uncomfortable just at our anniversary! Sorry Shawn.