Captain Pantyhose

Children change so fast and it seems that one day they like something and the next they dont. I hope that isnt the case with Trevor's imagination.  These days there are so many children glued to the tv or their hand held games.  Trevor he has never been on of those kids...well unless he is sick and confined to the couch.  It seems as though his imagination is constantly at work.  Captain Pantyhose was something that came straight from his imagination!

He came to me and said mom can we cut a hole out of your panty hose. This took me by surprise, but I had a brand new pair of panty hose that I probably was never going to wear. I hate them things! So I found them and he asked me to cut the foot area out. Then he placed it over his head like a bank robber. He made funny poses and ran around the house. Then later that afternoon we were playing in the back yard and he went in the house and came back with the panty hose on his head and a cap on. He got on his razor scooter and rode it around the yard. He came around the corner of the house and the air would catch his cape and we would say TRALALALA. Thats what Captain Underpants says. The Underpant series is one of Trevor's favorites. If all that wasnt funny enough he took his shorts off and tried it in his underware. I love this kid! Always making me laugh!

Make it Fit.......

Emelyn loves shoes. I am not sure if this is because she is a girl or that we have just always put shoes on her. This morning she went into her room and returned with a pair of shoes that she has outgrown that I had put in the closet to give away. She handed the shoes to me and climbed on the couch. I told her that they didnt fit, but she insisted I put them on. As I was squeezing her chubby little feet into them I got a image in my head of the prince's servant going thru the town looking for the foot that fit the glass slipper and all those feet that just would not fit into it. Emelyn wanted to wear those Navy blue shoes with the red bow on top just as bad as all those ladies in Cinderella wanted the glass slipper to fit them. I would squeeze her chubby foot in and she would walk around and come back to me to take them off. This went on 2 or 3 times until she gave up. I now know how it would feel to be the person trying to make all those chubby feet fit into the glass slipper.

~CaveWoman~

Cavewoman: A cavewoman is a female who lives in a cave or exhibits uncivilized behavior.

Poor little Emelyn. She is really trying to talk and has some words we can understand. She also has her own little language which I call mumbo jumbo with some words you can understand mixed in here and there. Steve and I both have on numerous occasions called her a cave woman. No she doesnt live in a cave and doesn't exhibit uncivilized behavior......well.....not too bad. I have seen her put her finger in her nose, but that could be cause she has seen Trevor do it or maybe she just found that he finger fits in there. The reason we have called her a cave woman is her lack of using her words. In the last 2 weeks though she has said more words...... thank you is hank eww, cracker is racker, kisses is isses, and then there are the other words she was already saying like outside, dad, daddy, mom, momma, bubba, dog and I am sure there are others. It is as if she is just listening, taking it all in.  You can tell her to pick her toys up and she does it or go get her shoes and she will. She will choose between juice and milk by pointing to them.  She grabbed Steve's hand today and took him to the back door and said something something something outside. Another words she wanted him to take her outside. But like a cave woman there is intermittent grunting for certain things. If you ask her if she wants something she doesn't say yes, she says ugh and you repeat do you want this, yes and you get a ugh. It is hard not to compare her to Trevor who talked in sentences at this age. I know it is in there waiting to come out and when she does start talking, I am positive she wont stop. Oh and in regards to the uncivilized behavior...does pulling her diaper off at nap time and sleeping naked count as uncivilized? Oh well....whatever if it does. She can be a nudest just as long as she talks soon! ;)

Childhood is a promise that is never kept. ~Ken Hill

As my baby sister's high school graduation approaches I have conflicted feelings. On one hand I am so happy that she is graduating from high school with honors and has a wonderful future ahead of her. On the other hand I cant believe that this moment has come so quickly.  I know that my time with my babies is so short, but this really puts things into perspective.
There are 11 years between her and I. You dont think that is such a long time, but for siblings it really is. I mean I have and will experience everything in life 11 years before her. It makes it so very hard to be a sister and to have a close relationship. However I feel that we are very close, but many times I have had to take a step back and remember to keep the role of sister and not mother. That has been very hard at times. I will always cherish time like when I sat with her in the bathroom when she was 3 years old and couldnt go for close to 30 minutes and read her a book, I picked her up from kindergarten in my "cool" convertible, watched Barney and Wishbone countless times, was the first one to paint her toe nails and curl her hair, she knows my deepest darkest secrets and I am pretty sure I know hers, I helped her thru this summers relationship which almost broke her(something I never thought would happen;shes the strong one), and we went together when she got her first tattoo. This really is just the beginning. So many more things are to come......a wedding, babies, college graduation, and many more decisions. I just hope that I am the one she goes to for advice.
Skyla......you will always be my baby sister, no one can take your place. I will be here for you NO matter what. Its hard to believe close to 20 years ago I wished on a star for a baby sister and my wish came true. That wish is you! I love you and cant wait to see you this weekend to see you walk across that stage. Everyone else may see a woman walk across the stage for her diploma, but I will see that little girl who used to follow my every move. I LOVE YOU!

18 months...REALLY?

Yeah its true. Emelyn is 18 months old and will soon be turning 19 months on the 21st of May. I had a friend ask me at what point do we stop counting the months and just say the year. I have thought about that and my answer is.......when I cant add anymore! HA! Probably once she hits 2! I mean do you really hear anyone say oh my chil is 37 months old? No! Not really.

18 months and her personality is just blossoming. They say spring showers bring May flowers, but in this family its a little girl that is blossoming and flowers would be nice since she ♥ them.  Some new accomplishments are:

*Saying give me(out of frustration when T has what she wants), cheese, whats this, whats that and some very interesting jibberish.

*Using a fork and quiet well I must say

*Running

*Interest in skateboards

* Loves her Teddy that was given to her by Noah's Ark Animal Workshop- They do at home Build a Bear type work shops. We call him Teddy

* 2 new teeth on top and 2 more that will poke thru soon

* A love for Barney, Sesame Street and Smurfs

* It doesnt look like she will be giving up the binkie or get potty trained anytime soon. But whatever....whenever she is ready, then I will be ready too.

*Copying Michael Jackson sounds from the TV

* Love Love Loves the beach, pool, bath....any water

Never does a day pass that she doesnt make it interesting. I feel that it is all just passing me right by. I am doing my best to just soak it all in. I will never get these days back again. I may be able to see them on video, but in person is so much better.