On Fathers Day Emma demonstrated how much she is like her Aunt Antigone. We were getting ready to leave the house to go see Baba and eat Ben-Yays. We were doing good, only about 15 minutes behind schedule when we headed for the door. I realized right before we walked out that we didn't have a stinky. I asked Emma to go upstairs and get the one next to the bed. I should have known better to send a 23 month old upstairs to get a stinky. I figured while she was on her way upstairs I would look for the one that I had seen downstairs earlier that morning. After a minute or two and now sound from Emma I thought I better head upstairs to see what she was up too. Rather than grabbing her stinky that was on the night stand she took advantage of the bathroom door being open.
First thing she grabbed was a bottle of finger nail polish. What's interesting about that is no one in this house uses finger nail polish. Grandma Lori always paints Emma's fingers and her house and Steph has someone do her nails for her. Anyhow Emma found a full bottle in what had to be the first minute she was upstairs because no only had she tried painting her finger nails she also had her toenails painted on one foot and the rest of the bottle on the bathroom floor. When I walked into the bathroom the first word out of Emma's mouth was "Preeetty". Very similar to someone about the same age (antigone) getting into finger nail polish and getting it all over the bedroom floor. Getting it on the carpet rather than the linolium and saying "beautiful" rather than "pretty" is the only differences.
I think this next story is an all time classic and solidifies Baba's theory that Emma is a clone of her Dad.
A few nights ago we took a family trip to Coldstone Creamery downtown. Emma was ecstatic about going to the ice cream store to pick out her own flavor of ice cream. When we walked into the store there were a few people sitting down enjoying their treats. There was one little boy probably 3 years old sitting with his mom chowing down on his own cup of ice cream. Emma immediately locked on this his enjoyment and didn't look away while she continued farther into the store. The further she walked the more her head turned to the left until she was walking forward and looking backward. Away she went, face first into the pole in the middle of the store where everybody could see. She hit it hard enough to make her cry. It probably scared her more than it hurt her but everyone, employees included got a good laugh out of it. I felt like it happened in slow motion. I saw her looking at the boy and I saw the pole coming but for some reason I didn't stop her. I guess I wanted to see if it would end like the story I have heard so many times from both of my own parents.
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Great stories and great pictures. My favorite Josh-runs-into-something story was when he dodged a sign and was smirking at us ("ha! didn't hit that one") and walked into the one behind it. I think it was me and him and Dad at the Byerly's shopping complex, but I could be wrong.
And of course teh time he ran into the lilac bush in the Cataldo yard. Not completely his fault though, as I had the last waterballoon and he was watching me, hoping to be able to dodge it (which wouldn't have been hard because I can't throw straight, at all). He finally decided to just fun for it and turned around and turned on the gas, but hit the lilac bush right in the forehead.
I remember being somewhat horrified and felt bad for him. I don't remember if I still hit him with the water balloon though. Probably did.
ha thats funny, I remember both thos incidents. If I remember correctly you did still hit me with the water balloon and it seems like I remember you saying that you saw the bush coming but didnt' say anything just to see if I would really run into it.
I remember feeling bad for it, but that doesn't mean I didn't let it happen. I probably wasn't expecting you to turn around and take off running just in time to catch it in the forehead.
I have been meaning to comment on this one for a while, we have just had a busy couple of weeks.
Those stories are classic...it's so funny the way Emma is so like the family.
I am thankful that there wasn't a reference to me in the story though.
Those pictures are great...thats the face she knows how to do on cue...lol.
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