Friday, January 22, 2010

Why? Why? Why?

I was told that the "why" stage doesn't start until around the age of four, but let me tell you, we were deceived. We are full fledged into it and it's pretty darn hilarious.

"Mom, why that car smoking?" (Why are there exhaust fumes?)

"Dad, why you take all your shaves off again?" (Why are you shaving again? This was asked after Tim shaved for a second day in a row...a valid question for my student husband who rarely shaves everyday.)

And then we have the repeated why questions all about the same thing...

Emma: Mom, why all the trash cans over there?
Me: Because it's trash day.
Emma: Why that one's top open?
Me: Because they have too much trash for the lid to close.
Emma: Why?
Me: Because they are selfish, selfish people who don't care about their carbon footprint. No, I didn't really say that. Because they eat a lot.

First Haircut

Emma is almost three and I decided it was about time she had her first haircut. We went to a place called "Peek A Do" that specializes in kids haircuts, and let me just tell you, it was crazy fun over the top. The kids get to sit in special "transportation" chairs and each station has their own mini TV playing Dora or some other fun show. And each girl haircut is completed with a bow in the hair and glitter... that is, aerosol sprayed glitter that covers the entire head and refuses to leave after multiple washes. Entirely too much fun. I forgot to take my camera so these pictures were taken with my phone.













Monday, January 11, 2010

Tim needed a new picture for one of his profiles. I had a little too much fun as the photographer. The last one is the winner.






















Christmas

Christmas at the Grandma and Grandpa Robinson! This little girl has been waiting WAY to long to open her presents. See that forced smile?



Checking out Grandma's ticker with her new medical kit.







Giving Uncle Rob some "performance enhancers" for his next bike race. Just joking folks!! :)








Christmas dinner. Yum yum delicious.






By the end of the day, Emma was completely pictured out. She kept putting her hand up to prevent us from taking any more pictures of her.