Emmy and I get to spend a little special time together everyday. At the time Brenner takes his nap, about an hour after lunch, Emmy and I sneak outside for some special one-on-one time together. It's guaranteed time together for a couple hours. Sometimes, we pull chalk out and draw ginormous butterflies along the driveway. Other times, we grab crayons and scrap paper and find that little patch of shade to lay down our crafty supplies and dream up some awesome art together. But today, we found play-doh.
The time we spend together, just the two of us, is just lovely. Emberlyn gets mommy's full attention. There's no sharing (or
trading). It's me and her, and it's easy and simple. Not that Brenner brings chaos, because I love when the 3 of us spend time under the tree crafting. However, there's something special about my time with Emmy. She's a caring girl with crazy imagination. She's sensitive and sweeter than candy. She's silly and gracious. She's my girl. Although when I tell Emmy that she's my girl, she responds with "No, I'm Chelsea's girl."
That girl loves her aunt.
Showing off her cute and always pinkest of pink, manicure.
My time again with Brenner is soon to come. Emmy starts preschool next month, and that will be my and baby boy's special time together. Sweet baby boy. We'll come home, shoot some hoops, or maybe race to the park, or see who can dress Mr. Potato Head up sillier, or even reenact a miniature-sized car race that ends in a crazy blow-up explosion, or something like that. Isn't that what little boys do? We've got to get more boy toys. Wade and I talk about that all the time. Good thing you've got a birthday coming up little man.
Even though you're happiest with the thrill of random sprinklers erupting throughout the day...
Back to our play-doh afternoon date... Emmy and I had a grand ole time contorting that stuff into all different kinds of things. Emmy's favorite part was when I said, "Oh, I think the cookies are done." I brought them out on a small plate, and Emmy's eyes lit up like I was juggling a stack of Christmas presents especially for her. So we molded the play-doh, and nibbled on the still-warm-from-the-oven chocolate chip cookies while basking in the comfort of each other's company. Everything was good. Everything was right. After begging and pleading to split that one last lonely cookie, Emmy and I promised to save it for Brenner boy because that would make him super happy. And what better way to wake up from an afternoon snooze. So I scooped him up and Emmy greeted him outside with one special cookie. He had a sweet chocolate grin too.
