Emilia's Journal

notes from mom and dad

Dear Emilia,

Well, your Mom and I are clearly bad at keep this journal up-to-date. It would be near impossible to enumerate all of the different little milestones you’ve reached in the past three months since our last post, and the four months prior to that one. But here’s a few memories that I wanted to write down.

You decided to start using the potty last week. One week later, just one accident. We’re amazed, and to everyone who wants to know how we did it… we have no idea.

You are clearly a caring and empathetic person. When you accidentally drop your babies, you pick them up, give them kisses and tell them you are sorry. You rock them to sleep, sing them lullabyes, and then shush us when we are talking. You’ve named a few of your babies, Rachel, Poke, Jo-jo, though Poke and Jo-jo may also be names for your little puppies. Which, by the way, you’ve taken to telling us that “They’reshocute”.

You may be left handed, or maybe not, but either way, you love drawing. We have entire notebooks filled with your scribbles, and mixed in are the things you’ve asked us to draw. Mostly babies in blankets, dogs, trees, and today, an otter.

You’ve reached an age where you have definite opinions about what you are going to wear at any given time and day. We have combatted this by grabbing two acceptable things from the closet and allowing you to choose.

You love books and stories. Your mom and I have spent hours reading you stories before nap times, bed times, while you are on the potty. You’ve also become a little negotiator when it comes to bed time, continually asking for “one more book”. We’ve tried to counter this strategy by counting down from five, but you’re starting to know your numbers pretty well and you start asking for two more books, or three more books.

You are very well behaved, but occasionally you act out a bit. Yesterday, when you took your full glass of milk and poured it on the table, we told you not to do that, and then you said “I go sit in time-out”. So I got you out of your seat and you went an sat on the stairs for two minutes.

You love your friends and family; You’re always asking to call them on the phone. When we drive places, you’ll ask where all of your grandmas and grandpas, aunts and uncles and friends are.

You turn two years old next week, and that’s pretty hard to believe. We’ve been blessed to have you in our lives!

Love, Dad

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