Taylor is 5 1/2. Or 3/4 as she likes to say. She will turn 6 in one month. She is a big help to me. She normally can keep her cool, and is very mature for her age. She likes skirts, glitter, and things that are sweet. She likes to help and take care of Aaron and Ella (most of the time.) She doesn't like it so much when I praise her or tell her how much I love her. I know she likes it on the inside, but on the outside, she just grunts as if to say, "Stop!" I think it's because she gets overwhelmed if too much attention is on her.
Emmett is 4. He doesn't like loud noises and is definitely loves to cuddle. His love language is physical touch (hugs, back scratches) and needs lots of positive one on one attention. He loves to fish and dig in the dirt. He has an affiinity for catching frogs and hanging onto them until they are not longer breathing. He loves it when I tell him how special he is to me, and how much I love him.
Ella is my little Buga Buga. I don't know why I call her that, it's something I started when she was just a baby. She has a personality all her own and is strong with that personality. She has to be told she will get a spank as she likes to call it, before she chooses to obey, although she's very polite with her words and mostly compliant when I give her an alternate way to act. For example, please don't yell at me, say can I have a drink please? And she'll calmly say, can I ahve a drink please? She wants to be like Emmett and Taylor. I think she thinks she's 4.
Aaron is a wonderful addition to our family. He's the one who keeps me sane when everything else is falling apart. I know that he's going to smile at me, and not talk back or whine, or scream and kick, or throw a fit. I will cherish these sweet days until he starts to do those things too.
Wednesday, August 7, 2013
Emmett and the red puppy
As everyone was resting today (Ella in her crib, Taylor in her bed, and Emmett in our room on our bed) I went in to check on Emmett. I smelled something burning immediately as I entered our bedroom.
Me: Emmett, it smells like something is burning. What's that smell? Is it the fan?
Emmett: No, it's your yight (light). (My reading lamp next to the bed.)
Me: My light? What do you mean? (as I walk over to check out the light) It looks like there's fingernail polish on the light (red splotchy stuff) Emmett, where's the fingernail polish?
Emmett: It's not fingernail polish, it's the puppy! (very sad and emotional)
Me: The puppy? What puppy? What happened?
Emmett: I don't want to tell you! (sad, embarrassed, afraid of getting in trouble, needing a hug)
Me: Emmett sweetie, you won't be in trouble. I just need to know what happened?
Emmett: I don't want to tell you! (crying, emotional, needing lots of hugs)
Me: Emmett buddy, you need to tell me what happened. What happened?
Emmett : (jumping off the bed and digging underneath the bed and pulling out Clifford, the little stuffed puppy they drag around the house everywhere. His face has been burnt off and stuck to the light.)
He tried to explain what happened but is too emotional and too sad. He kept saying, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I have never seen him this remorseful. He is SO sad.
Me: Emmett buddy (giving lots of hugs), it's ok. It's ok. You're not in trouble. I know you're sad about the puppy, but it's ok. We just know we can't put things in the light, it'll burn the puppy or whatever you put in there, and it's dangerous. It could have caused a fire.
Emmett: Mama, you never told me not to put stuff in the light, right? You never told me. Right? (As he's crying and clearly very upset and apologizing.)
Me: No buddy, I never told you not to put stuff in the light. But now we know, that we can't put stuff in the light.
Emmett: Yeah, that's right. You never told me to not put stuff in the light, right?
It was the sweetest, saddest thing I think I've ever heard from Emmett. He was so remorseful and so sad. He told me he wanted me to throw the puppy away when he wasn't watching so he didn't have to think about it. He kept saying he was sorry and trying to be strong and not cry. I hope I remember that moment forever, because I know that his little heart was truly sorry. Such a sweet learning and growing moment.
Emmett needed lots of hugs and love to make up for his sadness. I stayed with him on the bed until he fell asleep.
Me: Emmett, it smells like something is burning. What's that smell? Is it the fan?
Emmett: No, it's your yight (light). (My reading lamp next to the bed.)
Me: My light? What do you mean? (as I walk over to check out the light) It looks like there's fingernail polish on the light (red splotchy stuff) Emmett, where's the fingernail polish?
Emmett: It's not fingernail polish, it's the puppy! (very sad and emotional)
Me: The puppy? What puppy? What happened?
Emmett: I don't want to tell you! (sad, embarrassed, afraid of getting in trouble, needing a hug)
Me: Emmett sweetie, you won't be in trouble. I just need to know what happened?
Emmett: I don't want to tell you! (crying, emotional, needing lots of hugs)
Me: Emmett buddy, you need to tell me what happened. What happened?
Emmett : (jumping off the bed and digging underneath the bed and pulling out Clifford, the little stuffed puppy they drag around the house everywhere. His face has been burnt off and stuck to the light.)
He tried to explain what happened but is too emotional and too sad. He kept saying, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I have never seen him this remorseful. He is SO sad.
Me: Emmett buddy (giving lots of hugs), it's ok. It's ok. You're not in trouble. I know you're sad about the puppy, but it's ok. We just know we can't put things in the light, it'll burn the puppy or whatever you put in there, and it's dangerous. It could have caused a fire.
Emmett: Mama, you never told me not to put stuff in the light, right? You never told me. Right? (As he's crying and clearly very upset and apologizing.)
Me: No buddy, I never told you not to put stuff in the light. But now we know, that we can't put stuff in the light.
Emmett: Yeah, that's right. You never told me to not put stuff in the light, right?
It was the sweetest, saddest thing I think I've ever heard from Emmett. He was so remorseful and so sad. He told me he wanted me to throw the puppy away when he wasn't watching so he didn't have to think about it. He kept saying he was sorry and trying to be strong and not cry. I hope I remember that moment forever, because I know that his little heart was truly sorry. Such a sweet learning and growing moment.
Emmett needed lots of hugs and love to make up for his sadness. I stayed with him on the bed until he fell asleep.
Which cookie would you pick out for your best friend?
Reading books tonight, there was a picture of a large cookie, a medium sized cookie, and a small cookie and the book asked which cookie you might pick out to give to your best friend.
Me: Taylor, which cookie would you pick out for your best friend?
Taylor: points to the largest cookie
Me: Looks good, why did you pick that one?
Taylor: Hmmm.... (changing her mind and pointing to the middle sized cookie).
Me: Oh ok, why did you pick that one?
Taylor: Because I would eat the big one!
Me: Taylor, which cookie would you pick out for your best friend?
Taylor: points to the largest cookie
Me: Looks good, why did you pick that one?
Taylor: Hmmm.... (changing her mind and pointing to the middle sized cookie).
Me: Oh ok, why did you pick that one?
Taylor: Because I would eat the big one!
Grandma Sandy is the best
- Fun with Grandma Sandy
- Sumer 2013
- Growing so fast
- Thankful for Grandmas
- Taylor
- Emmett
- Ella
Saturday, December 29, 2007
My first blog
After looking at some of my friends' blogs...I thought that I needed to do it for our family too. It'll be a good way for everyone to see what Taylor is up to! Right now she's sleeping! :)
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