The Emma Report

Big Sister announced this afternoon that her teacher is going to have a baby.

Apparently Mrs. F. showed the class an ultrasound image last week.

Clearly unimpressed by the blurry display, Big Sister complained:
“I couldn’t see anything in the picture, Mommy. It was too dark.”

I explained that the baby was still tiny and inside his Mommy’s tummy, so it was hard to get a clear picture.

Big Sister thought about this for a while, then offered a suggestion: “I think they need to get a flashlight in there.”

Miss Emma wishes everyone a very smiley Valentine’s Day!

We baked some cupcakes for Big Sister to bring in to her School/Day Care bakesale today.

Of course, Emma had to sample them:

Emma’s verdict: Finger-licking good!

It’s amazing the difference two years can make. Gone are the drama of respiratory emergencies, replaced by colds, runny noses and the occasional outburst — in other words normal two-year-old stuff.

Mom’s out tonight, and big sister knows that’s a good opportunity to negotiate for a DVD. “You picked the last one, right dad?” she attempted. It went something like this…

Dad: No, you did. Remember, we watched Barbie Fairytopia?

Big Sister: Oooooh, can’t I choose?

Dad: No, because you only want to watch Barbie Fairytopia or Barbie Island Princess, and we’ve seen them enough the last few weeks. Let’s watch something that Emma would like, maybe something with animals in it.

Big Sister: How about Barbie Swan Lake? We haven’t watched that in a long time.

Dad: No, that wouldn’t be fair to Emma.
Big Sister: Emma likes Barbie.

Dad (stupidly): Emma, would you like to watch Barbie or something with animals?

Emma: Barbie no animals.

Dad: Barbie OR animals?

Emma: Bar-bie.

Dad: Wouldn’t you…

Emma: Bar-bie! Bar-bie! Bar-bie!

Yes, folks, the new word of the day is Barbie. I’m in hell.