tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-61723892011-07-24T13:47:31.266-06:00Mothers, Daughters and SistersTraceyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05522560300239182544noreply@blogger.comBlogger111100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6172389.post-1097122451972136912004-10-06T21:42:00.000-06:002004-10-06T22:14:11.973-06:00How my Emma Ray has changed.
In the past few months so many subtle changes have taken place in her.
Today I realized it.
At 3 1/2 years old she can write her name.
yesterday she wrote 'MOM' for the first time! And I mean she can write it clearly with the letters all the same size.
Emma is learning gymnastics. Going from the timid little girl at the first lesson to the little girl who runs overTraceyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05522560300239182544noreply@blogger.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6172389.post-1096428705928713992004-09-28T20:20:00.000-06:002004-09-28T23:05:57.850-06:00Rich has finally pushed me into writing.
It's not that I don't enjoy writing, it just seems to be half way down my priority list.
Rich and I took the girls to the mountains last week. Golden Gate Canyon to be precise.
It was a beautiful day. The sky was clear and the air was cool.
We walked up one of the trails marked 'Moderate', (there were no 'Easy' trails for us to pick from).
With baby 'Traceyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05522560300239182544noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6172389.post-1085623247647972442004-05-26T19:26:00.000-06:002004-05-26T20:00:47.646-06:00Another miracle happened.
May 1st, 4am.
Hannah Rose came into this world (at a speedy 60 mph, or so it seemed).
Emma is now a 'big sister' and has the t-shirt to prove it!
After a "natural birth', I want to urge every pregnant woman out there to skip the drugs.
Yes labor hurts but the recovery time is much easier for mother and baby. I don't believe women know about 'recovery time', they don't Traceyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05522560300239182544noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6172389.post-1078251176710713282004-03-02T11:12:00.000-07:002004-03-02T11:15:54.356-07:00Fish.
We know one should feed them only a pinch of food at a time.
Emma fed our friends fish the whole container of food.
I didn't know until 24hrs after the incident.
Our friend went to take a pinch of food but the container was empty.
The tank was murky.
There was still movement.
Hope.
"Don't die fish".
At home I asked Emma if she had fed our friends fish.
"oh, yes mummy", she replied, with a Traceyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05522560300239182544noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6172389.post-1078070971037350682004-02-29T09:09:00.000-07:002004-02-29T09:12:25.903-07:00Its been a long time.
Much has happened.
Where to start?
Emma will be three in just over a month. This means she is still two.
Wow I am smart!
The other morning she asked me the the meaning of the word"elevated".
Not thinking much of it I gave her the answer.
The next word she said was in Spanish. She explained that it means "up".
I was now impressed.
Then she told me what "down" is in SpanishTraceyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05522560300239182544noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6172389.post-1074790016758046792004-01-22T09:46:00.000-07:002004-01-22T10:27:12.670-07:00Emma has become my worst fear at night.
I lay waiting, full of anxiety.
For I know she will come for me at some point.
She will creep into my bedroom. Her soft little hand will touch my arm.
I fear the hand, I fear the footsteps.
She takes me by force to her bedroom.
The routine is always the same. She wants me to sleep in her bed the whole night.
I lay there balanced on the edge , waiting for Traceyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05522560300239182544noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6172389.post-1072977211912576272004-01-01T10:13:00.000-07:002004-01-01T10:13:50.023-07:00Sorry for the long break. We have been so busy eating Cadburys chocolate brought over by Emma's Auntie Lavinia from England, that I haven't had a spare moment to sit at the computer!
Yesterday we went to Loveland ski area, so Lavinia and Hendrik could pose on the slopes.
I decided that Emma should have a go at skiing too.
After a long search for little ski boots at the rental shack, we were Traceyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05522560300239182544noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6172389.post-1071337673899880392003-12-13T10:47:00.000-07:002003-12-13T10:48:06.760-07:00Last night we took Emma to see Disney on Ice at the Pepsi Center.
Eyes wide in wonderment.
Never before had we seen so many children in one place.
Never before had we seen such expensive concession stands!
Emma spent the first half of the show spooning down frozen ice from a Cinderella cup. $8.00 ice. Well worth it though just to watch her. We then introduced her to cotton candy (candy floss). Traceyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05522560300239182544noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6172389.post-1070984598770802872003-12-09T08:43:00.000-07:002003-12-09T08:43:30.590-07:00Sunday afternoon and Emma was watching the Lion King in my bedroom.
I was busy when she called me, so Rich went to the rescue.
Picture this, Emma sat doing no.2 on her potty, with the potty sat upon our bed, watching her movie.What to say?
Potty training has its ups and downs.
Emma was doing great two weeks ago. Five days with no diapers and no accidents.
Then bang..total refusal to go anywhere Traceyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05522560300239182544noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6172389.post-1070673972173107522003-12-05T18:26:00.000-07:002003-12-05T18:26:23.256-07:00I awoke at 8am. Why hadn't Emma woken me at 6:30? the usual time she comes into my bedroom, pulls back my cozy flannel sheets and attempts to pull me out of bed.
I knew something must be up!
I quickly jumped out of bed in search of the unknown.
Emma was having a wonderful morning, she had taken the Cadbury chocolate tree decorations off our 8ft tree and was enjoying the best breakfast a two year Traceyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05522560300239182544noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6172389.post-1070672976212707922003-12-05T18:09:00.000-07:002003-12-05T18:09:47.440-07:00EmmaTraceyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05522560300239182544noreply@blogger.com0