Tag Archives: Emily

Ding ding…

The “triangle/keyboard” ding-ding in “Material Girl” – Em says “This song has a lot of text messages, like on your phone.” sigh….

Pizza Pizza

“Dominos!! That’s a weird name for a Pizza Hut!” said Em to the kid behind the counter. At Dominos, of course.

Date Night?

“Mommy, when can I go on a date? With Kellan. And get dressed up and go to a restaurant. All by ourselves. Just me and Kellan and no one else. That’s what dates are like, Mommy. When can I have a date like that? You will drive us. Maybe to Elmos. And wait in the car. Or you can sit at a table. Me and Kellan can sit at the bar.”

She wants to rock…

I just asked Em to quiet down for a second. She replied “But I just wanna rock, man….” I am trying to decide if Wayne or Garth is a better nickname for a four year old. Maybe Bill, maybe Ted…

Dinner manners…

“Less talking, more eating.”

Love Child?

Explained to Emily that no, she was not a Love Child. This upset her greatly. “But I AM a child. And you LOVE me.” So then I found myself trying to explain to her what exactly a love child is and is not. Lesson learned. No Diana Ross first thing in the morning. The pre-coffee convo about premarital sex with my four year old did not go well.

Mr Bill Murray

We are watching Groundhog Day. She doesn’t quite get it but she likes it because her “favorite Ghostbuster” is in it. Yup. I’m doing something right.

Big win….

I wish being allowed to wear tights to bed made ME feel like I’d won the lottery. But for now it’s alright that it makes her this happy…

Rebel without a cause….

“Mom, can I dye my hair like a rainbow.”

“No.”

“But you had blue hair.”

“Yes. I did.”

“How old were you when you had blue hair?”

“30.”

“Okay when I’m 30 I’m going to dye my hair like a rainbow.”

“Great idea.”

Cartwheels

“Mom, you know I know things that you don’t even know.”
“Really? Like what?”
“Like cartwheels. Oh. But I don’t know how to do a cartwheel.”
“I do.”
“Oh. Then nevermind. You know everything I know. You’re pretty amazing.”