Possession is 9/10ths of the Law

Children are often possessive of their toys, but Emma has taken it to the next level. Emma has become possessive of her clothes. If Emma had her way, she would never change her clothes.

Every time I change her I'm met with this. Screaming, crying and clutching of the clothing item. {Yes, that's her Foofa doll}

And after it's removed, she tries to put it back on. This also happens with some diaper changes (thankfully not all), removing her shoes and sometimes taking her out of her car seat. With clothing and diapers, the hysteria is resolved by replacing the clothing/diaper with the new item. Then it's like it never happened.

I'm hoping this phase doesn't last long or Emma might be only wearing a diaper all summer.

Coming Undone

Tomorrow is Trace's birthday. My sweet little baby boy is turning 22. {How did that happen?} After much interrogation, Trace finally told Cody that he wanted an ice cream cake so tonight Cody, Jenna, Gauge, Ryan, Emma and I went to Dairy Queen to order his mint chip ice cream cake. And, of course, while we were there we had to get some ice cream for us too.

Jenna got a shake and Ryan and Gauge got chocolate dipped ice cream cones. I didn't trust Emma with an ice cream cone so I got a hot fudge sundae for the two of us to share. She got her own spoon and everything. Sounds good, no?

No, she wanted Ryan's ice cream cone which he good naturedly handed over in exchange for the hot fudge sundae. But small problem, Emma's notorious for dropping and throwing food on the floor. I didn't trust her to hold the cone so I let her hold it while I held the bottom. Sounds good, no?

No. She wanted to hold it herself. I figured she'd realize that Mommy was holding it but she got to eat ice cream so it was okay.

But this is Emma we're talking about people. What was I thinking?

The ice cream cone got caught in a tug of war. Guess who lost?

The ice cream cone. But I had eaten it down to the cone part so I gave in and let her hold it.

It's the little things in life that make us happy. And it's the little wars that give me gray hair. Good thing I'm going to get my hair colored tomorrow. And yes, that's ice cream in her hair.