Looking Back... Emma is 37 Months Old!

Yeah, yeah... I know.

It's been, like, forever and a day since I've posted.

Did you miss me?
Did you notice I was gone?

Well, I'm here now.

But, truth be told, I'm not sure for how long...

Quite honestly, I'm at odds about continuing this blog or abandoning it altogether. It's just that lately I've been going through some personal shit, and then I sit here and type all this peaches & cream crap about my life and I feel like I'm kind of deceiving you all. That, and it's getting more and more difficult to pretend that my life is so filled with glory and sunshine, when in reality, it's not. At least not right now. But that's not to say happiness won't return. That's also not to say this blog won't return. I'm just not sure when, or where. Nor am I sure whether or not I will continue to make it accessible to those who know me in real life. Rather, I'm contemplating starting over anonymously.

Just thought I'd share.

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And now on with Emma's 37 Month Update!

(Oh... and forgive me, I haven't taken many photos this month... crap. But HERE are some photos at took at Esther's 3rd birthday day party. And if you're looking for a birthday party idea for a three-year-old girl, let me suggest getting a Cinderalla to come to your party. Or at least this chick that dressed up as Cinderella. She was awesome. Period. Brought tons of costumes for the kids, shoes, wands, jewellery, painted their faces, danced, played games... all in all, an amazingly good time. Really.)

I'll start my giving you the vital stats, considering we just had her 3-year check-up today. Better late than never, I suppose. Except that we missed out on getting our flu shots this year... that's a drag - hopefully we can still find a clinic that has some left. Like I said, my head has been kind of up my ass these days.

Emma's Weight: 29.5 lbs.
Michael's Weight: 27 lbs.

Yup. 20 months apart, and less than 3 lbs different.
Also? Emma is currently wearing a size 8 shoe, Michael a size 6.
Even more? Emma wears a size 3 in pants & shirts. Michael a size 2.
She better continue being nice to him because at this rate he's gonna be much bigger than her in no time.

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The other day we were in major traffic. In Toronto, we're pretty much ALWAYS in major traffic. I guess this day I was just more annoyed than usual. My three-year-old actually noticed! And told me, point blank, "Mommy, you just have to be patient." Oh my... who's the parent in this here relationship?

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E: We’re running out of TV.
A: What do you mean?
E: Daddy said I watch too much of it.

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She has gotten totally into singing lately, and not just singing, but making up her own songs too. Most of them are jibberish, but then there was the one she sang to Jeff that was just so sweet... It went a little something like this:

Thank you for playing
Thank you for you...

Awwww.... I know.

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I know most of you don't know me, but you should all be aware in the the past few months I've porked up a bit. My sweaters are tight, and my jeans are even tighter. And my love of halloween size Kit Kat bars knows no boundaries. But nevertheless, I was hoping nobody really noticed, as I sucked in my gut, un-tucked my shirt, and went about my day.

And then Michael came running through the living room the other day, shirtless.

E: Michael has a big tummy… just like YOU!

Thanks, kid.

(Nevermind, my brother-in-law also felt it necessary to point it out over our Chanukah bruch, as I lay immobile on my mother's sofa from stuffing myself silly on Helen's Kirzner's French Toast. Seriously. Next time you host a brunch, you must make it. Did I mention that not only did he point out the weight gain, but also POKED MY STOMACH in the process??? Buddy was THISCLOSE to losing his whole damn hand.)

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Lately she's gotten really into shortening everyone's names.

Bubbie is Bub.
I am Mom
Jeff is Dad
Michael is (god help me) Mike.
And ol' blanket is now just blank.

And while his name may be shorter, that doesn't mean she loves him any less.

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Emma noticed some spilled water on the counter, water that I hadn't yet wiped off.

E: Well... water is a part of cleaning, so daddy will be happy about that!
A: Does daddy like cleaning?
E: Yes. Dry-cleaning!

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After a long drive up North to Newmarket - long being about 45 minutes - Emma's comment?
"That was alot of kilometers!"

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Last Saturday night we ran into Santa in Home Depot. Apparently he leads as exciting a life as we do. But that's an aside... Emma was absolutely completely shell-shocked. It was adorable - she just kept repeating "I don't believe it... I really don't believe it..." to herself, over & over again.

And a couple of weeks later, when she met him again at Casa Loma, she reminded him about their initial Home Depot introduction.

He looked at her as though she had been sniffing something funny in his workshop.

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Lately she doesn't want to fall asleep by herself anymore. Now, you've got to understand that with Emma, that's NEVER been an issue. You'd read a few books to her, go through a ritual of hugs & kisses, then say good-night. All very civil. Very adult, really. But now? Now she's staying up very late cuz she doesn't want to sleep alone. That and she's claiming that she's afraid of the dark. But really, she's not. The net net of the situation? Not good...

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Her favourite colour is pink. But not just any pink will do... DARK PINK! And DARK PINK with no other colours or patterns. My girl, she's a purist.

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Nov 24 - she's no longer sleeping with a pull-up. Remains to be seen if this was a good idea or not...

Nov 28 - ummm, maybe not ready for the big girl undies at bedtime.

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We were driving around the other night, looking at all the houses with Xmas lights... some nice, and tasteful. Others not so much. My daughter? She preferred the not-so-much variety. Anyhoo... as is her 'thing' of late - like when we see a crack in the sidewalk, she'll tell me to yell anything from "CRACK" to "FLUBBERLUBBER" - but this time?

E: When we see a house with lights, yell "CHANNUKAH!!"

Seriously. Is this kid good, or what?!

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Lately she has also taken to calling Michael, "Chubby" or "Chubby Cheeks"
I'm not sure if this is my fault... but either way, I'll likely get blamed for it years from now when he's in therapy.

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Lastly? Everytime it snows Emma looks out the window, and sooo excited, yells out, "IT'S CHRISTMAS!!!"
(and I, oh-so-quiety, mutter to myself "and Channukah...")

And then? Then she asks if it's packin' snow. Cuz really? That's what matters.

To be three again.

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The more I think about it, the more I'm pretty sure that this will be my last post at this blog.

Except for the one where I tell you for certain.

I miss you all already.