The hardest project I ever worked on in my career wrapped up the first Friday in March. I had just pulled an all nighter after many nights of 1-2 hours of sleep so I headed home at noon to sleep my afternoon away before reporting to one of those after work functions that are optional but really not optional. Ryan works up the street from the biggest mall in the state (if not one of the biggest malls in America) and so I asked if he wanted to grab some lunch with me before I collapsed. Neiman Marcus, here I come!
After our Maui vacation, we stayed close to home but the days seemed packed with things to do. Like Emma’s and my Saturday morning music classes (part of the national Music Together franchise which is so excellent – I highly recommend them).
There were food truck dinners next to harbors (which means Emma spent the night yelling out, “BOAT!!!!”
A morning of Easter Egg hunting at day care.
Someone was super upset when I left…. WITH her bucket of easter eggs.
An afternoon at Ryan’s hometown’s carnival.
Check out Operation: Get Emma To Like Rides kicking into overdrive!
And another Easter Egg hunt (not even including the one my Dad and Step-mom had for Emma Easter morning… spoiled kid) Easter evening.
I adore my family but was always a little sad that my cousins were always so much older than me. They were within a couple years of each other (all 8 of them) and I was 6 years younger than the youngest, followed by my much younger sister. I figured Emma would be destined to have the same issue in my family since I already had 2.5 children of cousins born before I left for college (half because my future ring-bearer was at the time 2 months away from being born) when I moved out of Hawaii. But lo and behind my cousins actually popped out cousins close in age to Emma (the boy in the picture is 4 years older than Emma and the girl is 9 months younger). Not shown is the 4th amigo to the youngest generation who is 6 months old now. Keep them coming cousins!
This was also the time when I realized that ALL cabinets need to be child proofed.
And the time when I realized that Emma is sneaky and manipulative… sniff sniff. We were getting ready for bed, teeth brushed, snuggled in when Emma started freaking out that she didn’t have enough milk even though she had just finished a bottle. Not wanting to deprive her of milk, off we went to the kitchen to get her a refill where she promptly ignored her bottle of milk for the Easter basket from her grandparents. WHAT?! That manipulative kid got out of going to bed and into playing with her presents by feigning a need for milk.
Teenage years are going to SUCK!