Today’s Photoshoot
We weren’t thrilled with this year’s class pictures, so we did our own.
Ribbon
Hug
Humoring Dad
Smile
Emma Sings
Emma was sitting in a chair with her
Golden Book of Children’s Hymns the other day…
…and she was “singing”
Emma Sings “A Hundred World of Songs”
We learn something new every day!
Whups. Found this post just hanging out in limbo. It’s from a couple of weeks ago:
Emma says to me today: “Poop starts with the letter P!”
Niiiiiiiiice.
Interesting Precedent
We’ve been using the reward [1] system to get her to to eat her vegetables.
You know; “Emma, eat your vegetables, and you can have some [insert desert here].”
It often works, but the payoff isn’t apparently great enough for her to finish her spinach or asparagus.
This evening, she finished her peas, and then horked down all of her fudge, and half of Margaret’s. So I told her that since she ate all her fudge, she could have some broccoli!
Amazingly, she went for it, and actually ate the broccoli.
Strange.
- Yeah, I know. Another word for it is “extortion” or “bribery.” Though I prefer “direct compensation.”
YAPoEA (Yet Another Picture of Emma Asleep)
The Frog and the Panda – A Story by Emma
This is a story Emma told yesterday (with some slight editorial license to tighten up the plot a little bit):
Deep in the jungle, there lived a frog and a panda. They were a happy family.
But one day, a scary ghost came. It was Duck, pretending to be a ghost!
Frog and Panda ran and ran. When they got to a river, Frog hopped across the lily pads and Panda swam.
They ran through the forest, until they met a pile of mean and nasty bears.
They kept running down the road until they met Wormy Churmy, and they all hid in a leaf bush.
Duck, still dressed as the ghost came and scared the bears, and they ran and hid in a bigger leaf bush.
Frog and Panda put on some sheets, and scared Duck!
Everyone went home and got in bed and pulled their covers over their heads and went to sleep.
Dandelion
Where does she get these things?
So it’s 10:15, she’s been in bed for an hour and a half. I go in to check on her, and…
(shuffling pages)
“Emma, you’re supposed to be asleep!”
“I’m reading about Curious George making pancakes, she informs me. “And taking a nap!”
I gently correct her. “Emma, you’re not asleep, your eyes have to be closed to be asleep. To bed!”
I go to leave, and she asks “Dad? Can I keep one eye open?”
I’m not Emma, I’m Eeyore!
Reading in her sleep…again!
