Our post-bathtime ritual, immediately after we pull Em out of the tub and bundle her up, is to show her her reflection in the mirror. We've been doing it as long as she was old enough to notice her reflection. Now it's fun to watch the expecting look on her face as we wrap the towel around her.
Em has a new silly trick of walking up to us while we're standing, and shoving her head between our knees so she can pry her way into a tunnel. It's funny until we realize that we're standing in front of a wall. Oops.
People frequently stop to chat with Em while we're out and about. She'd often just give them this look:
But now she quickly beams:
When asked how old she is, she eagerly tells us...
And when you ask her how old Daddy is, she quickly opens and closes her hands to indicate that he's a lot more than one.
It's Girl Scout cookies time! I restrained myself this year and bought one box of Thin Mints, which still sit unopened, hidden in our freezer. We let Em carry them home, and she was not eager to let go. She wanted to enjoy them with her sippy of milk!
"I lost. I only got second place. This one girl gave her girl scout outfit to her 19 year old sister. She went down to the U.S.S Nimitz and sold 2000 boxes." - Ross, Friends
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