Some favorites of Our Emily

Unceremonious firsts

From Emily Day 10

Today, I was in the kitchen when I overheard a comment from Quinn about Emily's belly button, then Landon's response, "yeah, her belly button came off when I changed her diaper".

Wait, what! It came off and I missed it and you didn't even tell me???

Then , again from Landon, "I went ahead and gave her a bath in the sink but she's so long we'll need a tub soon."

And you just plopped her in a bathtub, by yourself, no pictures and no celebration?!?!? Come on!!!

Emily: some day you'll read these words. I'm sorry - my hands are a bit full. Don't feel like you've been totally slighted. Your prize is these two bigs who are completely crazy about you.

Quinny-poo

And sissy-poo.

Baby-poo.

Mommy-poo.

Daddy-poo.

There's a song mom and I sing to the girls. It's to the tune of "oh my darlin" and they each get their own words.

Oh my Cora,

Spicey Cora,

Cora I adora you.

You're my Cora,

Sweet sweet Cora, 

Oh my Cora I love you.

Oh my Quinny,

Oh my Quinny,

Oh my Quinny Quinny poo.

Your my Quinny,

A shiny penny,

Oh my Quinny I love you. 

When Em was born, Quinn quickly suggested she get her own verse and insisted we sing her song. That turned to calling Emily "Emmy-poo". This week Quinn has put a loving poo after everyone's name. 

Even when she's mad.

Yesterday she was fitting over wanting an apple, not a pear.

With her high-note finishes to demands, she was exclaiming, "I want an Apple! An APPLE (shrieking high note). Mommy (shrieking high note) poo!" And then she fell silent. That "poo" just didn't roll off an angry tongue very easily.

Speaking of songs, Emily's is:

Oh my Emmy,

Our baby Emmy,

Oh my Emmy, Emmy true.

Your my Emmy 

Heaven sent Ye,

Oh my Emmy I love you.

We were singing their songs while blow drying hair last night.

Cora: "why'd you say heaven sent Ye?"

Me: because Emily is a gift from heaven.

Cora: why?

Me: from god. Like Emily is a gift to us from god. 

Cora: but why? Like she died and came from heaven?

Me: no, like she is God's and we get to borrow her. Just like you were a gift from God to mommy and daddy.

Cora: but she gets to stay for a really long time.

Me: I hope so!

Cora: like sharing. Cept when we share, I get a turn then you get a turn, it's not like that right? God is sharing her but she gets to stay with us, like forever, right? Because we aren't really borrowing her, right mom?

Um... Let's go back to singing?!??

And, a few hours earlier I nonchalantly got asked,

Cora: "Do we turn into other animals when we die?"

Me: no, we go to heaven to be with god. 

Cora: and then we turn to animals?

Me: nope, we probably just stay like we are and we get to be together like this.

Cora: or we get to be animals if we want to.

Me: No... That's not what mommy believes.

Cora: we'll, that's what [really sweet friend from school] believes. So sometimes people get to be animals.

I need a good night's sleep, full stomach, and a glass of wine to tackle these questions.

Geeze Louise. 

Our Emily - 6 weeks

Look at that precious face! 

Saturday night play date

Cora And Quinn LOVE having friends over for dinner. Last nighth, Sona and Jack (not pictured) with their families.

Emily

3 things I'll miss about having a newborn:

1. The startle.

2. When she's eating peacefully, then suddenly starts flailing passionately like she's been put on a bull and timed for 8 seconds.

3. The sleeping smiles

And Quinny says...

Before I forget... and maybe I posted this summer... but -

Quinny is obsessed with Monsters Inc right now. It's the movie that she has in the car, and she has a "find the picture" book with a Monsters Inc theme. The challenge is that she doesn't call these "Monsters, Inc." Instead she refers to what she wants as "Happy Feet" - which is super confusing for everyone but me (and now Landon - I let him flounder with that for a few days - even he needs to believe that I can magically know what our kids want at all times).

The Monsters Inc picture book (purchased for $2 at Marshall's this summer, by the way, and ignored for at least 1 month - it's so hard to predict what will become an absolute favorite... but I digress) is such a favorite that even with one page ripped and one page missing (try finding a picture with one page missing - and it doesn't look like it is missing, so it even made me obsessed with finding the pictures the first few days it was missing... until I realized that the picture on the left side of the page didn't EXACTLY align with the picture on the right, finally cluing me into the missing page, thus half the pictures to find were entirely missing... but again, I digress) that Landon and I have promised each other that we'll hide it each night, only to forget and find ourselves at bedtime the next night looking for the SAME pictures again in her "Happy Feet" book. The good news is that other than when a page goes missing, finding the pics is a really quick game. She has it memorized. The bad news is that she has realized that the game is going really quick, so she pretends like she doesn't know where the pictures are, which can make the game go on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on...

Every single time Quinn bumps anything, or every single time she receives a minor infraction to her body from getting her hair brushed or shirt on or shoes tied, she screams, "You hurt my boo-boo, Mommy". I wish I could write the way she says Mommy. Something about the "o" is different - it's nearly an "a" sound, but not quiet "Mammy". Almost like "Maummie".

If she doesn't get her way, or even when she does, she ends sentences with a really high-pitch scream. It often goes like this:

"I want gummy's now, Maummie".
"Quinny, I didn't bring gummies today."
"I want gummy's now MAUMMIEEEEEEEE [turning to an ear drum shattering pitch]"

And...
Cora is still referring to messy coloring as "Scribble Scrabble". For example, "Quinny, you can color with me if you promise not to scribble scrabble". Till this day we don't know where she got that.