Saturday Fun!

 

Emeline LOVES the snow. Absolutely loves it. If I would let her, she would be outside from about 5 minutes after she wakes up in the morning, until Bill gets home at night. She can put all of her snow gear on by herself, and many times she has come to me, all suited up in her snow gear, and I've had to say, "No, I'm sorry, it's too cold outside to go outside to play today." Tears usually follow, but sometimes that's just life.

Today it warmed up to near 40, so--much to Em's delight-- when she came to me and said, "Pway. Ah-sigh." I answered her, "Yes! Yes, you can play outside today!" I think for a moment she was shocked. For so many days in a row lately she has asked, and I've always answered, "No, I'm sorry. It's too cold to play outside today." But when I said yes this morning, her eyes got big and she asked again. (I guess she thought I didn't understand the question or something! LOL) "Pway. Ah-SIGH. Me. Emma. Go. Pway. Ah-Sigh." I answered her again, "Go ahead!" And off she went. Yay for playing in the snow!

"Peek A Cod"

In the last week, Emeline has been playing a new game that she just LOVES. I really need to capture her saying it on video; her pronunciation is pretty cute. The new game is "Peek a Cod." (Otherwise known as "Pick a Card." LOL)

She got a SpongeBob game set for her birthday that has 4 different games in it, but after looking at it, I felt like all of the games were still a little too challenging for her, so I put it up and away in the closet, thinking I'd pull it out in a few months and see if she was a little more ready for the games at that point.

But if you know Em and her unparalleled love for all things SpongeBob, you know that there is no way she was going to *HAVE* a SpongeBob game---or ANYTHING SpongeBob, for that matter--and not have it out, using it and loving it. The game was no exception, apparently. After I put the game up, she promptly got the broom from the kitchen and used it to knock the box back down from the closet shelf. (Ha! So THERE, Mom!) Once it was down, she opened it and took out all the pieces inside the game. (I really believe it must be men who have never been around small children who think that it is a great idea to come up with a game that requires 47 plastic chips, 63 cards, a spinner (that absolutely MUST be made out of the flimsiest paper and plastic avaiable!), and seven game pieces, along with the game board. I mean, REALLY?!? REALLY??? But I digress again...) So she got the game down, and the pieces were joyously spread throughout her room.
I did discover that Em didn't really care about the game itself, she only wanted the SpongeBob cards that came with the game. I did concede and let her have them, rationalizing to myself that we could practice numbers (since they do have the numbers on them), we could practice speech articulation by naming the characters (since they feature different characters from the SpongeBob series), we could practice colors (since the cards are different colors)....yeah, we could use them. So out they stayed. And throughout the day at different times, sometimes Em would bring the cards to me, other times I would get the cards, but we would do SOMETHING with them, whether it was counting, naming the characters, identifying the colors...you get the idea.

But the other night, Em came up to Daddy, cards fanned out in her hand, and said, "Peek a cod."
"What??? Say that again?"
"Peek a cod."
So he did.
After he picked his card, she yelled, "Bob-Bob!" and he said, "That's right. It's SpongeBob."
He laid the card down on the table, and Em held out the cards again. "Peek a cod."
So he did. And so the card game went. Daddy picked a card, and Em guessed which character was on the card.
She did get a little upset when, the next round, when it was Mommy's turn to play, Mommy made her turn the cards
around so Em couldn't SEE who the characters were, when Mommy picked a card. LOL
But she finally came around to the idea, and eventually thought it was great fun, even NOT knowing for sure
who the characters were on the cards Mommy was picking.

Peek a cod. Pick a card. Those words are music to this Momma's ears.

 

I'm not even kidding you...

THIS is what she just brought me. Just NOW. Like, 5 minutes after I posted the picture-filled post of Emeline making pizza--the post immediately below this one.

 

She ate one piece of her HOMEMADE pizza, and then she disappeared,
only to return a few minutes later carrying this Tony's frozen pizza. (She has disappeared to the basement, where the big freezer is.) At first I just thought she was showing me the pizza, you know, like, "Hey, Mom!
Look, we MADE a pizza, and here's a pizza from the freezer. Isn't that cool?!? Two pizzas! Awesome!!"

But no. That wasn't what she was telling me. In no uncertain terms she made very clear to me that she wanted me to cook the frozen pizza. (We won't even pretend that THAT actually worked out the way she had wanted it to. Yeah, NOT a CHANCE.) She wanted to eat the frozen pizza. She did NOT want to eat the homemade pizza. She had great fun MAKING the homemade pizza, but when it came down to it, she didn't want to EAT it. She wanted the Tony's pizza, NOT the homemade pizza. I can't believe it. I really can't. What a sad, sad day for pizzas everywhere....Except for Tony's pizzas, of course.

Silly, silly, pizza-confused girl of mine.

Emeline makes a pizza!

 

 

 

 

Problem: We're out of chocolate milk

Solution: That's okay, Mom, I'll just drink the chocolate syrup!

No, we did not have this conversation. This is just how I discovered her, when I came up from switching loads of laundry. She is a girl after her Momma's own heart, when it comes to all things chocolate. Where there's a will, there's ALWAYS a way...

 

 

Newsflash!! Missing Underwear FOUND!!!

 

In Momma's CROCKPOT?!!?

Due to some medical complications, potty training Emeline has been an extremely long and frustrating on-going challenge for us here. While I am proud to say (but still feel the compulsion to whisper, for fear that actually speaking the words out loud might accidentally jinx it, or something) that Em is 99% potty-trained and wears BGP (big girl panties) almost all the time now, she still has
her moments where she decides she wants the ease and comfort of her old faithful Pull-ups. (Because yes, life is so much easier when you can just GO, and not have to worry about your pants suddenly being wet and therefore uncomfortable! Eww.) Anyway...so on one of her more rebellious days last week, she took off her BGP's and started wearing a Pull-up.
I went into the bathroom, intending to make her put the BGPs back on, but said BGP's were nowhere to be found. Upon asking the Big Girl where her BGP's were, I was met with a blank stare, such as one might expect if one were hearing a foreign language being spoken to them. But such was not the case.
Sigh...I looked in the hamper, in her toybox, under her bed....all the usual places, but the BGP's had vanished.
It wasn't until I got the crockpot out yesterday morning, intending to put a roast in it for Sunday dinner, that I finally solved the mystery of the vanished BGP's. AHA! Mystery solved! Just call me Nancy Drew! LOL

You'll never know what you'll find lurking in the refrigerator...

...when you have a 5 year old in the house!

 

Well, hello there, SpongeBob!