I admit it…I’m a failure. At least I come by it honestly, right? So I’m supposed to be blogging about this book daily. If you are a follower of my blog, it is apparent that I am woefully lacking in follow-through. I suppose in this season of our lives it just isn’t going to work out. My husband and I both work from home for a wonderful company, but we try to insure we work perfectly opposite shifts so that we can avoid daycare for our three littles. To that end, it has become abundantly clear that I’m not going to get 5 minutes of uninterrupted quiet to read even a portion of a chapter. Alas, my book blogging adventure must be shelved for now (pun intended).
Having said that, I’d instead like to introduce you, today, to my precocious little 4 year old, Emma Faith. This little blonde spit-fire has her daddy and me wrapped around her little finger. She’s our middle child, you see.
Each day with Emma is filled with what I call Emmaisms. I’ll share a few today…
Mommy, when me and Jack and Maggie and me are teenagers, we’re gonna get to live here still (I guess she’s planning ahead!)
Mom, the clouds are a girl color!
Mama, my pant SLEEVES are too long!
Mama, how do chameleons itch their skin?
and my favorite from the past week….
Mama, sometimes when me and Maggie have a deal, we do Pinky Sweater! (ie. pinky swear)
As I’m writing this, she’s standing behind me singing Pizza Angel. Such a funny girl, my Emma Faith. I don’t know what I would do without her…
