I hope she cries all the way home”…(a week with Emi Rose)
Having our beloved Emi Rose for nearly a week was awesome, but it came with a few challenges. There is the issue of naps. Emi takes a mid day nap. Quite naturally she did not want to participate. Neither did I. I had rather be cast into hell with a broken back. Why? Oh Why? would I make that grandchild, take a nap—EVER? She’s entirely too cool for a nap. Other than the 375 practical and somewhat valid reasons, like keeping a schedule, maintaining rest, better appetite and behavior—can’t we just all let the fur fly and let er rip? Part of me says, let’s stick it to the man—Naps? we don’t need no stinking naps! Oh well. Cooler heads prevailed. Our girl had all her regulation naps, administered and overseen by that torque wrench of a Grandma (Shugaluvs) who consistently applies the proper amount of torque (450 foot pounds) to you can probably guess where. She’s right, as always, but when I say let’s stick it to the man I am inclined to include her....