Grease

Kristin & I took Em to see the play Grease at the local Opera House. I thought she'd love it... all of the singing & dancing! We had good seats - 4th row - near the band so no one was in front of us.

They started the first song... Em's eyes got big - they came out singing and dancing. I could hear something, I look.. and there sits a terrified three year old, curled up in her seat with tears rolling down her face, crying uncontrolably. Great... a whole 2 seconds into the show and she's crying, wanting to leave.

I take out outside to get some air and calm down. Apparently, she didn't like the drums - they were too loud. After a few minutes outside, then a few more in the back to theatre to show her that it wasn't "too loud", we were back in our seats. She sat on my lap - holding my hands over her ears.

She started to realize that it really was fun, and that she did like the songs and the dancing! She still had to hold my hands over her ears, but she was claping after each song. Not just clapping, but smacking her hands together so hard they had to of stung.

The drummer felt bad. He told her he'd try to play quietly, if at all possible... she liked that.

Intermission - we went outside to get some fresh air. It was hot. Em wanted a drink. Sorry dude - not paying $3 for a water bottle. So, in the bathroom we go, head in sink to get a drink.
Happy again, we return to our seats. Em sits in her own this time. Kristin and I are chatting, laughing about Emma's reaction at the beginning. Emma is looking at the guitarist with a puzzled look on her face. Here it comes, ready?

"Mom - is that a boy or a girl?" I could've died. The poor guy/girl totally heard what she asked. I ignored her, tried not to bust a gut laughing, and asked her if she was ready to hear more songs. She was - of course.

They started again, and I didn't have to cover her ears long. Maybe the first two songs, then she was good for the rest of the show. She wanted to dance. We had more then enough room in front of us so I said go for it! So, little Em stands there, skirt in hands, pulling it up for all to see her undies, like the girls on stage. I should've known.

Tantrums!!

Makayla has started having tanturms. Like... BAD tantrums! Biting, hitting, screaming, throwing herself on the floor tantrums. I don't remember Emma being like this.. EVER! It doesn't take much either. All I have to say is "no" when that little chub finger heads for the nostril and man! You would've thought I took away her best friend. Are you serious dude, I just said no! And for a good reason... who wants to play with the kid that's got a finger up their nose?! It's only to help her make friends in years to come.
I hope this isn't a sign of how her teenage years are going to be. If so, I'll end up in AA...

4th Weekend!

I love the 4th of July. It's my favorite holiday. Not sure why because I LOVE Christmas... and Thanksgiving. But the 4th... there's just something about it!

We went to the Morrisville parade on Friday. It was good... I guess. The girls both liked it so that was good. It was kinda hot, but not bad. We went to camp after and stayed there for most of the weekend. We had fireworks that night... Only 1 backfired, sending the crowd of people watching in different directions (if only I had my video camera going!) This happens EVERY year, never fails.

Makayla was kinda a crappy pants. She doesn't like the heat much, so she litterally slept most of the day Saturday. Like, she was sleeping more then she was awake.. by alot! She'd took 3 2-3 hour naps. Tired, crabby girl. :) Emma loved the water. She went tubing with Daddy, but that didn't go to well as he's too big and the tube was sinking because they had to go slow... oopsy. :)

Mak at the parade. :)

Em & Jacob - recindling their romance.

Doesn't he look thrilled!!

Mak - takin' a mud bath!

Life is SOOOO rough sometimes...

Sisterly Looooooooove.

"Get off - it's MINE!" Love I tell ya!

Young Love...

The girls love their new daycare... in fact, Emma is now playing the part of Shelby & her family at night. Last night, while tucking her in, I called her Emma (obviously). She informed me, that she was Shelby, and Mr. Dolphin was Ryan (Shelby's husband). So sorry! All of her dolls are named after the "babies" there. It's just the cutest thing ever!
She has a crush on Shelby's son, Hayden, who is I beleive 8, or almost... She wants to get her hair cut like his (a mohawk!), constantly asks me at night what Hayden is doing. Awww to be 3 again.
Makayla is trying to talk a lot more now. She jabbers all the time; non stop really. Once in a while there will be a word that we actually recognize. When we repeat it back to her, a huge smile comes across her face as she nods yes, like, HEY! you know what I'm saying!!
We're super happy that they've adjusted so nicely!

Hurry Up! Part 2.

*Waiting in traffic...... again*

Emma: Mom. I'm not going to call other cars assholes because that's not nice for little girls to say. Only Daddy's. Right?

Me: Yes Emma.. You're right.

:)

Hurry Up!

*Coming home from daycare... stuck in traffic*

Emma: Mom, why aren't we moving?

Me: Because. The cars in front of us are stopped waiting for their turn to go.

Emma: Oh.. Twinkle TWINKLE LITTLE STAR......

*Still sitting in traffice*

Emma: HURRY UP ASSHOLE!!