Nine, niner, ninest - anyway I say it, it doesn't seem possible. I can remember the day she was born like it was last week. I guess that's what a 16 hour labor and the world's most beautiful baby will do to ya. She came to us like Cinderella at exactly the stroke of midnight, and man did she have alot of hair. My Grandma said she took so long to get here because she paid a trip to the beauty shop before birth. Her hair was black with light highlights on top for a few days.
I'm a germfreak so I didn't take her out alot when she was a baby, but when I did, people would stop me and tell me how pretty she was. Once there was a lady at the mall who tapped my shoulder and said, "I passed you and your baby about five minutes ago and can't get her out of my head so I had to turn around to come tell you that she's the most breathtaking baby I've ever seen." We also had a couple at church tell us that they were pregnant and they hoped/wanted their baby to look just like Emma.
Emma could sing 'The Star-Spangled Banner' in its entirety when she was just over two years old. I remember being so surprised that she sang the words perilous and ramparts perfectly. Her favorite story is of a time when she was about 2.5 years old and her Dad kept telling her that if she didn't take her toys to her room, he would throw them away. She kept talking and ignoring him until he stood up and went to grab one of her purses. She quickly snatched it from the floor, turned and began walking with an attitude and said, "Stupid Daddy."
Emma has gotten me in trouble a few times in my life as well. I was with my friends in New York when she was three and Steven took her to the store. She grabbed a toy and asked him if she could have it, he kindly said no, so she put it back and replied, "That's ok, Mom will get it for me when she gets back." I did spoil her with all things girly when she was younger but it didn't take long before I realized that she just likes MY stuff. She likes my office supplies, hair stuff, camera stuff, so I buy her her own, and she suddenly doesn't like it anymore (insert don't-ask-me shrug here.) At least there's one exception and that is to Matchbox Twenty stuff. She will listen to the cd's I make her, wear the shirts I buy her and can sing most Robbie lyrics word for word. Yep, fairly sure she's mine. A smart girl knows a good thing when she hears it.
The girl can also shop, ain't no droppin' about it. She'd go til her legs were numb if I let her. I've been known to wear a few partners out at the stores, but E.J. can hang with me any time, any day. She has given us nine years of pleasure and pure fun. Easy baby, easy child, ok not so easy to teach fractions to. If you see Steve walking around without any skin on his forehead this fall, it's because he's been tutoring her in the studies of geometric ratios. It's quite hard to keep from laughing while he sits at the table with her and rubs his brow holder as if it's an even trade for his patience.
Emma is a lady of multiple talents as well. After years of practice and frustration, she can now hit the ball as a lefty while being naturally right-handed. It's still unclear to me whether her father has taught her perserverance or the "I'll just be a Daddy's girl my whole life" theory. I pity the fool who tries to date her.
She's a dancing pro but especially in Disneyland where she danced in '05 also. I know I showed other pics of this event before but I ordered more and had to show them off.
She's good on the ivories- 
Emma loves going to BYU football games with her Dad. This was a little hard to swallow at first but now I just look at it like, hey at least its football. She will watch Denver games with me but fortunately for my own forehead, I have instructed her not to ask questions whilst I'm watching the game. I'm confident she will be an avid Broncos fan, but it's so sad that she will only know the greatness of our legendary Elway from recorded highlights. Lyn & I will teach her as much we possibly can before her first trip to Mile High though.
Emma has had a big friend b-day party and a family party every year of her life. I decided not to do that this year so we just took her and two friends galactic golfing, Olive Gardening (her fave), and had the latino side over for cake. Oh, and the all-white Gr. Reed too. When I told Lyndee that we were actually celebrating this all in one day, she chuckled and said, "what, you finally got sick of the week-long birthday celebrations?" This birthday thing was seriously getting out of hand. Friend party one day, my family the next, then Steve's family the next. I gotta be honest, life as a Jehovah's Witness was starting to sound like not such a bad idea after all.
I realize some of you are thinking that Emma is my favorite because she gets an unusual amount of post time, but she got tagged, bought a goldfish, and then turned 9. It's simply coincidental. I don't play favorites because I love both my babies the same, and Tug too. I'll post about him sometime too (hush Steven.)
I'm a germfreak so I didn't take her out alot when she was a baby, but when I did, people would stop me and tell me how pretty she was. Once there was a lady at the mall who tapped my shoulder and said, "I passed you and your baby about five minutes ago and can't get her out of my head so I had to turn around to come tell you that she's the most breathtaking baby I've ever seen." We also had a couple at church tell us that they were pregnant and they hoped/wanted their baby to look just like Emma.
Emma could sing 'The Star-Spangled Banner' in its entirety when she was just over two years old. I remember being so surprised that she sang the words perilous and ramparts perfectly. Her favorite story is of a time when she was about 2.5 years old and her Dad kept telling her that if she didn't take her toys to her room, he would throw them away. She kept talking and ignoring him until he stood up and went to grab one of her purses. She quickly snatched it from the floor, turned and began walking with an attitude and said, "Stupid Daddy."
Emma has gotten me in trouble a few times in my life as well. I was with my friends in New York when she was three and Steven took her to the store. She grabbed a toy and asked him if she could have it, he kindly said no, so she put it back and replied, "That's ok, Mom will get it for me when she gets back." I did spoil her with all things girly when she was younger but it didn't take long before I realized that she just likes MY stuff. She likes my office supplies, hair stuff, camera stuff, so I buy her her own, and she suddenly doesn't like it anymore (insert don't-ask-me shrug here.) At least there's one exception and that is to Matchbox Twenty stuff. She will listen to the cd's I make her, wear the shirts I buy her and can sing most Robbie lyrics word for word. Yep, fairly sure she's mine. A smart girl knows a good thing when she hears it.
The girl can also shop, ain't no droppin' about it. She'd go til her legs were numb if I let her. I've been known to wear a few partners out at the stores, but E.J. can hang with me any time, any day. She has given us nine years of pleasure and pure fun. Easy baby, easy child, ok not so easy to teach fractions to. If you see Steve walking around without any skin on his forehead this fall, it's because he's been tutoring her in the studies of geometric ratios. It's quite hard to keep from laughing while he sits at the table with her and rubs his brow holder as if it's an even trade for his patience.
Emma is a lady of multiple talents as well. After years of practice and frustration, she can now hit the ball as a lefty while being naturally right-handed. It's still unclear to me whether her father has taught her perserverance or the "I'll just be a Daddy's girl my whole life" theory. I pity the fool who tries to date her.
She's a dancing pro but especially in Disneyland where she danced in '05 also. I know I showed other pics of this event before but I ordered more and had to show them off.
She's good on the ivories- Emma loves going to BYU football games with her Dad. This was a little hard to swallow at first but now I just look at it like, hey at least its football. She will watch Denver games with me but fortunately for my own forehead, I have instructed her not to ask questions whilst I'm watching the game. I'm confident she will be an avid Broncos fan, but it's so sad that she will only know the greatness of our legendary Elway from recorded highlights. Lyn & I will teach her as much we possibly can before her first trip to Mile High though.
Emma has had a big friend b-day party and a family party every year of her life. I decided not to do that this year so we just took her and two friends galactic golfing, Olive Gardening (her fave), and had the latino side over for cake. Oh, and the all-white Gr. Reed too. When I told Lyndee that we were actually celebrating this all in one day, she chuckled and said, "what, you finally got sick of the week-long birthday celebrations?" This birthday thing was seriously getting out of hand. Friend party one day, my family the next, then Steve's family the next. I gotta be honest, life as a Jehovah's Witness was starting to sound like not such a bad idea after all.I realize some of you are thinking that Emma is my favorite because she gets an unusual amount of post time, but she got tagged, bought a goldfish, and then turned 9. It's simply coincidental. I don't play favorites because I love both my babies the same, and Tug too. I'll post about him sometime too (hush Steven.)
Anyway, HAPPY HAPPY BIRTHDAY SWEETHEART! You are very loved and most special to your Mom and Dad. You have a face of beauty, the sweetness of apple pie, and the heart of Elphaba and if you can't tell, I couldn't be a prouder mom. My cup overfloweth ~ I love you!
As always, E.J. would want me to remind you to keep the Travis' in your prayers and/or send your positive thoughts their way, thank you.
4 comments:
Happy Birthday Emma Jade!! I can't believe you're 9 already! I remember feeding you your lil' smokies at the dental office while your mom was picking lil' smokies out of someone else's teeth. You were such a good girl whenever you came to work. You would sit back there and watch your video's and eat PB M&M's or whatever treats Matt had just bought. Those were some sweet times! Your birthday is easy to remember because it's exactly 1 month before Kace's. For that, I apologize. :) It sounds like you had a fun day!
a big happy birthday to emma. it sounds like you've had quite the busy month. thank you for being a great friend to caroline. i'm glad you two have so much fun.
Happy Birthday, Ems!! You are sucha sweetie. I can't tell you how much I love you. Your heart of gold. Especially your love of reading! Great birthday post, Ang!
Happy, happy birthday, sweets! You are a lovely girl and OMG the first time I saw you in the hospital you almost made me cry, you were so beautiful. That's never happened again since you.
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