A Letter To My Babies

I'm feeling rather sentimental this evening, so I thought it best to put pen to paper (er, fingers to keyboard?) and write a letter to my two babies.


My Sweet Little Girl Emma,

In just 4 short years, you have developed into such an amazing little lady.  Your wisdom, character, and wit keep me laughing every single day.  The things you say just blow my mind.  Not only are you the funniest little girl, but you are quick!  Your sharp wit keeps me on my toes...how the heck does a 4 year old know the things you do?!?  Oh, you're just amazing.

Funniness aside, you are one compassionate girl.  The way you look out for your little brother makes my heart melt.  Just today, as I turned off the kitchen light to go downstairs...you got all upset because Drew was still in the kitchen and you didn't want him to be left alone in the dark for even the 2 seconds it took me to turn around and pick him up.  And then later on, when tucking him in bed...after saying my usual, "Goodnight my little man.  Mommy loves you."  You say, "Goodnight my little Drewbie.  Sissy loves you."  Oh, it makes me tear up just thinking about it again.

You are my sweet little girl, Emma.  I love every ounce of your sweetness AND sassness.  You are one of a kind, Missy Lou.

~Mommy


My Sweet Little Baby Drew,

Oh, I love you so.  You are my little man with a cuddly heart of gold.  Although you are ALL boy--with your grunting, love for destruction and all things that roar--you are the sweetest, most loving little boy.  You make my heart melt from the moment you wake up until the second you fall asleep. 

Perhaps the one (and only) thing my genetics have passed along is your love for doggies.  You've loved them from the moment your pupils could focus.  You literally shake in excitement at the sight of any furry animal.  Oh, it is just the cutest thing!  Often times I feel guilty that we don't have a dog here for you to enjoy....but then I just get out your pillow pet and let you go to town on cuddling and rolling on the floor with it!  Again...the cutest thing!

You're now 18 months.  I keep begging you, on a daily basis, to PLEASE stop growing.  You're my baby boy, Drew.  My sweet little man Drewbie.  I love you more than I can express.

~Momma

The "Ghoul" House

I've mentioned before that Emma's obsessed with "ghouls."  Ghouls, meaning anything that's scary.  There's this amazing house in our neighborhood that really does it up every Halloween.  People even drive into our neighborhood just to experience this house; it's just so cool.  Here's just a few pictures of some of decorations they had this past year.

Halloween Video 1

Trick or Treating 2010

Emma and Drew went trick or treating dressed as a mermaid and a doggie.  Emma was super-excited to go trick or treating this year.  And she completely had it down this year; you scream "TRICK-OR-TREAT" really loud, then you say "Thank you"...then you RUN off to the next house.

It was so much fun to go with her.

Drew only lasted about 15 minutes or so.  He loved the crunching noise that the leaves made under his feet.  He could care less about the actual point of the night...but that's okay.  He's only 17 months. 

I Love My Babies!

The Headless Horseman

We made the trek out to Conner Prairie Sunday night to visit the ever-so-popular Headless Horseman. I love doing this!….I’ve done it since I was a young kid and it’s truly become a seasonal staple for us.

We started the evening with crafts and music, where Emma made a super-cool spider hat, and Drew spent some time with the Music Man, banging various “musical” objects around in an oh-so-pleasant melody.

Next stop was to the Weird Science pavilion where we saw how electricity works, the insides of bugs, and various rodent skuls.

Then came playground time. I’m not really a fan of this; I mean we come to Conner Prairie to experience all the “ghoulish” things and yet the kids wind up on a playground that they can experience any time. But such is life; I’m not going to argue with a super stubborn 4-year old and a mischievous 17-month old.

After that wore off, we went to the “Scarey-O-Kee” tent where we watched one of Emma’s favorite videos (Thriller) and spent some time exploring the black light magic. And Drew? Well he was just content to bulldoze over the electrically lighted pumpkins, breaking the bulbs in the meantime. That kid. I tell you what….he’s going to be a little trouble-maker. At 17 months, the kid knows what he’s doing…and he just laughs his cute little laugh and shows his adorable little dimple. No one can resist…so WHAT if he breaks a little bulb along the way?!?  :)

Finally, after a couple of exploratory hours later (code for waiting), our time was up to head out to the hayride to see the Headless Horseman.  While waiting in line, we really started to get Emma amped up.  It was kinda funny; she was getting annoyed with me saying I was “so scared.”  I believe she said, “Uh, Mom.  Don’t be scared.  See (*pointing to Malnar*)—Malnar’s not scared.”  But just as soon as we got into the hayride, she slid down into the hay where her head wasn’t seen from above the wagon.  After all that talk about kicking ghouls and not being afraid, ol girl was scared poopless!  Three days later, and she’s STILL talking about who’s head he (the Headless Horseman) chopped off.  She truly believes he got another girl with a bow in her hair.

Matt's Halloween Party

We had a good time at Matt's Annual Halloween Party this past weekend. My girlfriend Jules came down for the weekend so she came fully prepared in her Mad Hatter costume. Andy was a rapper...and was HILARIOUS!...I was a Pink Lady from the movie Grease. Matt stole the show, though. He was Lady Gaga in the red lace dress. And I was all too proud....I made the costume for him! I think the red thong underneath made the outfit, don't you think?!?

Emma's 4-Year Stats

Well, it's been officially confirmed. Emma is a beast.

She had her 4-Year well check-up, where they check her height and weight (and I guess BMI....this was the first time I've seen this measurement). At a whooping 46 inches (that's 3'10"), my big girl is 53 lbs. She's in the 99th percentile for both height and weight! And when the doctor first walked in the room, her exact words were "Wow." As in, she couldn't believe that she was only 4 years old. She asked if most people assume she's a 6 year old. And the answer to that is an astounding, Yes. Not only for her shear size, but she's also developmentally ahead of the game.

Am I bragging? Hell yes I am. I am so proud of my "little" girl. I'm proud that she's a super-achiever; I'm proud that she stands a head taller than all her classmates; I'm just so proud of my Emma!