Nudge The Nest & Pray They Fly
Today was officially Pajama Day at my house. Everyone has been sick and we just needed a day of rest. Emma was very sweet, cuddled on the couch with me and whispering in my ear. I leaned over to give her a big kiss and pulled away with a string of snot stretching from my mouth to her upper lip. I grabbed some tissue and wiped my mouth and her nose (in that order) as she giggled.
“Momma! You kissed my snot!”
And I wonder why everyone in my house stays sick…
Emma is in her bedroom right now, yelling at Elizabeth, Aubrey and Sadie Plum, “WHO BWOKE MY CON-POO-TAH?” (That’d be her Nickbook she got for Christmas.)
Oh, the irony. (See Emma’s Antics.)
I have one question for Emma- how ya feelin’?
I don’t want y’all to think Emma’s calmed down any. I’ve just been so busy getting settled in our new home and getting everyone settled into new schools and routines, that I’ve been too tired to document all of her antics.
Last night as I was really cooking for the first time in awhile, (Chicken Parm and homemade marinara with angel hair) Sadie was crying and Aubrey was in time out. I had just put the chicken in the pan to brown when Emma reached up and dumped an entire box of angel hair pasta into the floor.
I sent her to time out, and was trying to salvage the noodles before Sadie could sit on them, when Zeb came in the door followed by an elderly woman from a local church. She was sweet as pie and totally oblivious to the madness in my house. Literally, all three of my kids were SCREAMING and crying, my floor was covered with angel hair and this sweet, SWEET woman was telling me the service times for every activity at her church. And all I could think was, “My chicken’s going to burn.”
Today while Emma was supposed to be in my bed napping, she destroyed a brand new tube of Burt’s Bees, which I’m sure I’ll locate at the most inconvenient time possible. (No doubt I’ll stick my foot into a shoe and find it as I’m running out the door one day.)
So I climbed into the bed with Emma, to watch her while she fell asleep. Curly blond her and impossibly long eyelashes, and I couldn’t be upset with her. She was lying on her side looking out the window and said, “Momma, wook. Da fees ah waving at me. I will wave back at dem.” She raised her skinny little arm and waved at the limbs.
I looked out the window and saw the bare branches waving in the wind. “Mm-hm. They are.”
“Momma,” she said matter-of-factly as she snuggled close to me, “da fees hab hands just wike me.”
She closed her eyes and leaned her head against my arm. I swore to myself I would remember this moment when I inevitably find the mashed up contents of what was formerly my chapstick.
PS. Of course we ate the noodles. Did you really have to ask?
Today Emma, Sadie and I went to eat lunch with Zeb. (Aubrey was at school, sucks to be her, right?) Anywho, we dropped Zeb off at work and as I was pulling out of the parking lot one of the ladies who works in the office waved me down. I stopped and rolled down my window and she said, “Oh! I’m sorry I thought you were someone else!”
“No problem,” I said rolling up the window.
“Momma, what did her want?” Emma asked from the back seat.
“Nothing. She thought I was someone else.”
“MOMMA! You ah not someone else! You ah jest Wobin! You ah my Momma! And I wub you!”
Ladies and gentlemen, it doesn’t get any deeper, more philosophical or sweeter than that.
Yes, she IS singing, “I like ’em big, I like ’em chunky.” Because apparently, THAT is how she likes ’em.
Tonight at bath time I threatened the girls with timeout, spinach for breakfast and every other thing I could think of to keep them from getting their hair wet. Aubrey’s hair is so curly and brushing it out can take days, and days, and days…seems like it anyway. So we only wash hair every other day (AHEM, or two.)
Me: Do NOT under any circumstances get your hair wet. Do you understand? (Last time I had this conversation with Aubrey only, because Emma has 1 hair to every 100 of Aubrey’s, and Emma took it upon herself to dump water all over Aubrey’s hair. Which I then got to brush out and dry at 9PM.)
Aubrey: We do Momma. We won’t get it wet we promise.
Me: Emma, do YOU understand? Do NOT get Sissy’s hair wet!
Emma: I won’t Momma. I won’t!
Me: Aubrey, let’s put your hair in a bun just to be sure, ok?
Aubrey: ‘Kay…
Emma: OH! OH! Me too, Momma! I want a buns!
I scraped, and tugged her hair into a bun and she squealed, “OH MOMMA! I lub it! I hab da biggest bun in da whole world!”
Hate to break it to you, Em, but I don’t think you have the world’s biggest anything!!
I learned my SC BFF is seriously under the weather, so tonight as I tucked the girls in the bed, I told them that we should pray for Mommy Sara. The prayers went as follows:
Emma: Deah God, fank you for my mommy, and sistahs and my Mommy Sawa and Fistan (Tristan, my BFF’s son) and for all of us. And help Mommy Sawa feel bettah so huh won’t be sick anytmo-ah. Amen.
Aubrey: Dear God, thank you for my family. And help my Mommy Sara feel better so her can go to work and take care of Tristan (aww!) and to work for Tristan’s daddy…(Say who?)
A-MEN.
Amen, indeed.