You know you need to get out in the sun when...

Emma looked at my pasty white legs the other day and asked, "Mommy, is that a map of Florida?" No, that would just be my attractive spider veins. ;)

Haircut

Ahhh, the fights between mother and daughter have already begun. For you dedicated blog followers, you'll remember that we trimmed her hair last fall. However, outside of the that minuscule trim, we've pretty much let her hair just grow. You can't tell too well from this picture, but her hair had grown all the way down to her lower back. Because of her curls, dreads had become the natural state of her hair and tangles could only be brushed out when wet (I actually should say picked out since we can only use a pick on her hair). This meant every morning I would have to wet down her hair, add product (ie detangler and some sort of gel), and have a battle of the wills to get her hair in a presentable state instead of the wolf child style Emma preferred. Her hair turned out pretty cute when I won (see below). But in the name of wise parenting and picking your battles (actually just exhaustion from fighting her every morning), I decided to cut her hair to make it more manageable. A win-win since Emma LOVES getting her hair cut. And her little bob turned out pretty adorable, a huge relief.

Emma's hair styled before the hair cut.







After the hair cut.








Cute, huh?

Bike rides

Don't you wish you could have someone valet you across your neighborhood in a carrier? :)

Crazy Faces

So I wish I had an excuse like "I was in Europe" or "I broke both hands" or "We lost power for 6 weeks" to explain my poor blogging. But, no. I just got sidetracked. Anyway, I will try to post a few over the next couple days to get everyone caught up. These pictures are of Emma and me making different faces, one of her favorite past times. Here we have happy faces.

Silly faces.








Serious faces.








Surprised faces.








Scared faces...no Emma doesn't really make that face when she's scared. :)






Sad faces.








Laughing faces.








Trying to touch our noses faces.








Growling faces.

Boo hoo faces.

Roaring like a dinosaur faces.

Emma kissing me...

Me kissing Emma...

Nose kissing.

Gymnastics, tap, and ballet

I've gone over to the dark, dark side and have become a stage mom. Okay, not quite. But we have started dance lessons. It's 30 minutes of gymnastics, 15 minutes of tap, and 15 minutes of ballet. It is hilarious and so entertaining. Here is a picture of Emma and her friend Ainsley getting ready to go into the gym. Parents aren't allowed in the gym or dance room with the kids (maybe a few of us really are stage moms) so some of these pictures were taken through the glass windows and not that clear.










There are two changes during the session to put on tap or ballet shoes. Here Emma's just put on her tap shoes and is getting ready to tap away...








Waiting for ballet instructions.

Tap class

The new nativity story