First it was Fay--and she delivered 20 inches of rain at our house. Luckily, the ground was dry and we didn't flood like a lot of folks around here did.
Then came Noah a few days later. I told my son that it was his fault that we had so much rain--he had decided to name the baby Noah before Fay was on the horizen!
Baby Noah weighed in at 7 lb 4 0z. Emma wasn't happy with her parents having a new baby. We took her to the hospital and she was ticked because Mommy couldn't pick her up. How dare she hold a new baby and not her? It didn't matter that Daddy lifted her up on the bed.
She was really ticked when her dad placed her into our car and walked away. She screamed Daddy! Daddy! for at least five minutes. Then the next five minutes were spent yelling Mommy! Mommy! But then it got worse--I WANT MY BINKIE! Well, honey, Gammy forgot your binkie. It's at our house and we'll be there soon. But not soon enough!
Once we got her home and fed, she was fine. Food does wonder for a woman--er girl.
We refer to Emma as Hurricane Emma. She is fast moving, into everything--really nosy. Let's see--Q-tips? Yep, she found them--over and over again. Baseballs in Pappaw's drawer? Humm. Wonder how far I can throw them. Water laying on top of the tub with chemicals in it behind the spa--water left over from Fay. Splash! Splash! Oh, I can blow bubbles in them too. Well, I could until Gammy came to grab me! She was on the phone--thought I could get away with it.
Today: Emma climbed into the basinette. Good thing Noah wasn't in it. Emma is spending a lot of time in "time out" these days. She knows she's not supposed to do things and then gets this cute little grin on her face!
But scold her and you'd think you beat her. I tapped her on her bare bottom because she wouldn't stay out of th Q-tips and I was trying to both of us out of our bathing suits. She ran through the house and onto the back porch yelling "Pappaw! Pappaw!" Guess she wanted to report me for child abuse! He yelled at her later for trying to dump the dog's food. She cried and this time she wanted me.
And this is the tale of Hurricane Emma.
We should be so lucky if Hurricane Hanna and Ike are as kind to us!
Dee
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