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. 

But enough about naps.

We had a large time with our Emi. For starters, the Kiddie Pool—strategically placed at the end of the driveway. It did have to get emptied out on one occasion after a gastrointestinal issue (see Blackberry). 

Other fun things we did and or consumed:

Bomb Pops

Fruit snacks

Potato chips

Bubbles

Oreo cookies. (Full disclosure- Emi already knew how to twist them apart. It wasn’t us. I blame the Parents).

Sidewalk chalk

Macon Bacon game

Feeding chickens and gathering eggs. 

Pick cucumbers, squash and blackberries. I can personally attest that Emi ate every blackberry she picked (see gastrointestinal). 

Nu-Way Weiners (see gastrointestinal)

Vienna Sausage (see gastrointestinal)

We watched the movie SING. Then SING 2. Then re-watched them. We also watched countless other Kids TV programs; of note, there is Peppa Pig, where there is a character named George who wears a hearing aid. 

All good things must come to an end. The toys, high chair, sippy cup, chalk, coloring book, etc are all put away. Necks hugged, foreheads smooched. Smile and wave when they back out of the driveway and carry on like the court jester while holding back tears. Cuss yourself for being a wuss. Cuss once more for general principle. 

It’s enough to make you get a dog—

One observer of today’s event, who spoke on the condition of anonymity, indicated quite assuredly, that it would be entirely fitting and just if the child pitched a hissy fit the entire ride home in protest. 

 “I hope that youngun cries all the way home! That’ll show em!”, the anonymous person said.