Too Big For Your Britches

Dear Emma,

I realize that you got off to a slow start and I admit that I wished for you to catch up to your developmental age. But a month or so ago you accomplished that goal and the slingshoted yourself through the stratosphere of milestones.

First you decided that you were too big to be sitting in a high chair, you're 18 months for goodness sakes, you should be sitting at the table like all the big kids.

But you didn't stop there.

You decided you could take walks by yourself, in the street no less.

Tricycle, shmicycle. Bring on the two wheeler. But that proved too tame for you as well.

How about learning to drive a car?

You realized that the remote control could actually make the tv do what you wanted so you could watch your favorite show.

But at least you're not a couch potato.

The final straw was when you decided to literally start surfing the 'net on Mommy's chair but Mommy has to draw the line somewhere. By the way, I've canceled that online Advanced Calculus class you signed up for. I think you should consider preschool first.

Love,
Mommy

PS> Mommy wants to thank you and Ryan for letting her watch her LOST event uninterrupted by you both. (Julia was a different story.) I also want to apologize for ignoring you and Ryan and the blogging community as I planted myself in front of my laptop searching the internet for theories and explanations to the ever growing mysteries of LOST. I'll try my best to not ignore you next week.