God created her, I carried her, now she is my happiness and my laughter.

Saturday, March 5, 2011

Emma's 2nd Birthday

Today is Emma's second birthday, so I thought I should finally catch up on some blogging. why have I been absent? You might ask yourself. I've had some pretty major changes lately. I left the Navy, unwillingly; but honorably on 23 Jan 11. Jason is still underway so Emma and I moved to Arizona to stay with mom and dad til he gets back. Emma has loved it here. She loves "Jammy" and "Jampa". And they love her. Emma really is a great kid and its not just me saying that. She's pleasant to be around as long as she's had her proper nap. She's bubbly and fun and always a joy (unless she's tired) Even in her tired moments though she's funny because she knows I'm about to lay her down so she runs to Grandma and snuggles in with Grandma hoping to buy a little bit more time before laying down.
What never ceases to amaze me is how smart and observant she is. She picks up on things so quickly. Mom is better about teaching her things than I am. She's always telling her what things are and it only takes once, the next time Emma sees it she'll know what it is. About a week ago we got a little bit of snow. Mom woke Emma up all excited to show her the snow and Uncle Dave helped her build a snow man. Emma watched everything he did down to hte carrot for a nose. The next day the snow had all but melted but that didn't stop Emma from going out there and "building" it back up. She got some rocks (like David had sued for buttons) and stuffed them in the little bit of of snow that was left on the ground. What amazed me the most, was that several days later, Emma woke up and first thing out of her mouth was "snow?" After all that time she remembered the snow, remembered that she enjoyed playing in it, remembered what it was called, and asked about it. She remembered that it was something that had come in the morning. Sometimes I fear she's going to outsmart me by the time she's 5. I'll be doomed.
Aunt Liz has been in South Africa on a missions trip the last few days so I've been sleeping in her room but before she left I used to love my little morning ritual with Emma. She would wake up in the play pin at the foot of my bed, but I wouldn't want to be awake yet so I would try not to move. If I moved at all she would know I was awake. When she really wanted me to get up she would reach over and pull on my toes and say "Hi!" So I would finally get up and pull her, her "poo" (pillow), and her cupy into my bed and she would get in the covers and we would snuggle for a while. Then she would hear Grandma out in the kitchen and say "Jammy?" and I say "You can go find Jammy." So, off her little diaper butt would go, opening the door all by herself and greeting Grandma who always looks forward to their own morning rituals which I think consists of changing her diaper and starting breakfast. And we would do that every morning.