Emeline

Today Emeline was put in timeout for picking into the bread that was cooling on the table. When Cowen tried to make her feel better she screamed at the top of her lungs, "SHUSH--I IN TIME-OUT!" It was very funny.

Even funnier is when she got in trouble later (notice a theme--she's two) she said, "Mom, bummer." That was pretty much hilarious.

I haven't written in awhile. Let's see. Yesterday was exciting. Cowen was bossing Emeline around so she stabbed him in the eye with a fork. The girl has a great deal of "my space" attitude. Then Cowen did something to Miriam (the details were fuzzy to begin with and further clouded by crying) and she wound up with a bloody lip. Cowen had his last day of tumbling, which is too bad because he LOVED it. Why wouldn't he--the teacher had little discipline so all he did was run full speed around the mats for an hour. I thought it was great. Lots of energy expended.

Today, Cowen tipped over our lovely (and pricey) wooden toy kitchen and broke the back off and ripped out a hinge on one of the doors. I wasn't pleased. Then Anders and Kiersten came over for two hours and played like normal children, which led me to despair even more over the strange destructiveness of my own monkeys. I had a small meltdown when Cowen started throwing small toys around the living room at high speed and he thought he was dead meat when he saw me coming, but I only put his boots on and booted him outside. I wasn't going to send them outside today due to the copious amounts of mud, but then I changed my mind.

That's about it. I bought new clothes and, in the tradition of my mother, have four pairs of black Sunday shoes in my room that I'm deciding between. Please Tim . . . please me. Such a dilemma. The difference between me and my mom is that I will KEEP at least one pair.

I'll end with a short story. Emeline was hanging with me in the kitchen when Miriam called, "Emeline, come here. We want to do something to you!" Wisely, Emeline ignored her and stayed with me. Then Miriam came into the kitchen, stole some of the bologna I was cutting up for bologna gravy and said, "I'll give you this ham if you come with me." Unwisely, Emeline allowed herself to be bribed and followed Miriam to the living room where Miriam and Cowen indeed did something to her (I'm unsure as to what) and Emeline returned to the kitchen mad and crying. Well, baby girl--Miriam did warn you.