Sunday, November 18, 2012

8 years of Sunshine

I cannot say enough how much I do not deserve this sweet, precious child. She is good. She is kind. She is smart. She is funny. She is loving. She is the. Type of child that others look at you and ask about our parenting styles, only to be disappointed when my answer is, I have no idea how she has turned out so well.

That's not to say we don't have our moments. She can't function in the mornings, and getting her out the door for school is absolutely the most stressful time of the day for the two of us. I hate this because I feel like I send her to school feeling like I am upset with her. She is also forgetful. She forgets thins like bringing home homework or her jacket or water bottle. For weeks, the water bottle. I know she came by this trait honestly. She loses one of every shoe. She honestly walks around with one shoe on her foot sometimes in the house, and I'm like, are you serious? But, these things are obviously minute and just her quirks. We like quirks.
She cares so much for everyone that sometimes I worry she won't fight for herself. She doesn't say mean things about people, and this is one of her best traits. She doesn't care if she looks silly. She doesn't mind being last. She will give her brother the last drink of her special sonic treat from carpool just to make him feel special. She will let Emmy destroy her room, she will let me braid her hair. She will let her daddy play her turn on the wii. She just wants everyone to be happy. She is imaginative. She loves American Girl. She loves her puppy, Coconut. She loves Just Dance on the wii. She loves movies about princesses and mermaids. She loves her Ooh Ooh Monkey. She loves ballet. She loves her friends. She loves her church. She loves a lot. She does not love beans. She does not love new foods. She does not love homework. She does not love bedtime. She does not love math facts. She does not love things that seem unfair to her. She does not love car rides. She does not love picking up after herself. She does not love waking up before she's ready. She does not love fireworks. She does not love storms.

Hope Louise, I love you more than you can ever know. You make me proud every day. You make me smile ever day. You make me better every day. I am so so lucky to be your mommy. Happy 8th Birthday, my Sunshine Girl.

Thursday, November 15, 2012


Emmy is so crazy funny right now. She has so much 'tude in that little body. She has more words than she knows what to do with. And she thinks she is just as big as her brother and sisters.
•Emmy is a manipulator. She hates doing her nebulizer treatments, but has figured out that when she does them, we let her watch her favorite show, Doc McStuffins. So now, when John and I attempt to watch anything not animated, she says "I need my medicine. I watch Doc McStuffins?" And so we do, of course because a peaceful 10 minutes of nebulizer beats 10 minutes of screaming any day. Every day. She also likes to say "It's Pewfect!" (Perfect!) anytime she thinks she has a great idea she wants you to agree with. For example, "I have candy? It's pewfect!" Or, "I sleep in Mommy's bed? It's pewfect!" "We go outside? I have shoes! It's pewfect!" We went to a shoe store today and she tried on a pair of black flats and exclaimed "It's pewfect!" I thought the sales lady was going to die from the cuteness. So yea, we bought those pewfect shoes.

•John cannot always interpret things she says. She will ramble on to him for 5 minutes and he looks to me for answers. I will get a teeny bit frustrated and say, "John, she wants chocolate milk in a princess cup with a straw lid. It's perfect!" I mean, come on, dude.

•Emmy loves her Evie. She calls her BFF Ebby, and she is always very concerned about where Ebby is and what Ebby is doing.

• She plays dr and tells us it's time for our check up. (This is from watching doc mc.) if you do not stop what you are doing that second and let her measure you and listen to your heart? Well, I can promise you that you will not earn a sticker or a candy from Emmy Stuffins.