NOTE: Bare with me. I just have to record it all so that I don’t forget.

Emily is 3 1/2 and full of energy, attitude and ideas about the (real and unseen) world around her.

Probably the day after she turned 3 1/2 I saw a change in my little lady. A little more confident, a little less dependent on mom, and a new thing where she puts her hands on her hips, leans forward and scolds me. Neat-o.

But besides the occasional attitude from her, she’s still our little Em Bear. She tells me often how she wants to stay a little girly forever. Me too sweetie, me too. She loves to play pretend, loves to read books snuggled on our laps, loves to have her arm tickled while we sing her a bedtime song, she loves going on adventures (aka late night walks through our neighborhood), she loves wrestling with her brother, acting out scenes from her favorite movies or stories, loves to see her grandparents, aunts, uncles and cousins, and Mags. We’ve even been skyping with Great Grandparents Shirley and Albert, and her “More” Aunt Mary – Emily blows Shirley kisses and Shirley catches them on the other side of the continent. Pretty awesome. Em also loves to dance, have tea parties, bake, garden, help with the chores, be chased, oh, and she loves to win (that one’s new). She is such a delight, all almost all of the time.

Ask her what she’s going to be for Halloween. She’ll answer with a big explosion of delight “A Tent”! Now what 3-year-old wants to be a tent for Halloween? Before she had landed on the tent, my friend Sara offered us our pick of any princess costume. I suggested she go with Belle since that’s the only princess she really knows. She thought about it for a minute and said “I think I’ll be the beast”. I’m not sure if she just likes to go against the grain, if she’s a tomboy, or if she just knows what she likes. But whatever it is…I like it. She is so different from me at her age. Confident. Decisive. Outgoing. Imaginative. It fascinates me. Sara’s daughter, and Emily’s best friend, Bailey, said to her mom the other day, “I can’t wait to play with Emily again so that she can tell me what to do”. I mean that is the truth. Bailey is the actress and Emily wants to be the director. They’re a perfect match.

We have always praised Emily for being a strong communicator. And she is. However, I am so used to Emily’s vocabulary. People look at me so confused, and I’m like “What? You can’t understand her?” But lately, I’ve been paying attention to her little accent and lisp and realizing how adorable (and yes, potentially confusing) her words are. For example, she can’t say any “sp” sounds:

Sparkly = Farkly

Spoon = Foon

Spinach = Finitch

Special = Fecial

Spot = Fot. Which of course sounds like fart. She says this often because it’s her favorite line from Beauty and the Beast “Don’t move from that fot”.

And then she can’t say her “s” sounds either. They are “th” sounds instead:

Yes = Yeth

So = Tho

You get it.

One of my favorites that she still hasn’t grown out of is saying her words with key letters reversed, such as AMINALS or BASTEKBALL. She says it every time and I have never corrected it because I love it so much.

She also enjoys, what she calls. “speaking Spanish”. We regularly remind her this is NOT Spanish and yet something all her own which we like to call “Emily Speak”. She is daily speaking and singing in her very own language. She’ll say things like “Oonoo nanoo! Mom that means I need help”. Or “Ocho gatche! Mom that means Evan’s trying to steal my puppy dog”. Or “Lulu malune. Mom that means I’m all done with my Cherrios and I’d like some water.” It’s hard to keep up with, because let’s all be honest, it’s never the same word twice.

Other precious things about Emily’s discoveries are her new ideas about God. She loves to pray, she actually reminds us often as we sit down to a meal. She thanks God for our clean water, for our good food, for our wonderful home. She likes to talk about how Jesus lives in her heart, and he loves her. Get this! She recently asked me. “Mom when I eat, does the food fall on Jesus’ head?” This took me a moment to figure out…Jesus lives in your heart, food goes into your mouth and travels down to your stomach, it must pass the heart at some point. :)

This post wouldn’t be an accurate picture of Emily’s world if I didn’t talk about the big bad wolf. She’s been wrapped up with him for some time now (come to think of it, I don’t know why she hasn’t thought to be him for Halloween). She requests stories about the big bad wolf, read from books or made up, she’s pleased with either. My stories usually begin with “Once Upon a Time on Briarwood Lane…” The most popular of my stories starts at our house with me, Emily and Evan baking cookies, when the big bad wolf comes and threatens to blow down our house. We tell him to “go ahead and try!” and of course he fails. But THEN he comes down our chimney and gobbles us up. But Emily’s lady bug friend flies up to Daddy in our bedroom, tells him what happened, and Daddy comes downstairs and punches the big bad wolf in the stomach, and the big bad wolf spits each of us out. Then the big bad wolf tells us that he just wanted a cookie because they smelled so good. And Emily teaches the big bad wolf a lesson about being nice and asking politely, and how you can’t be mean to get what you want. In the end the big bad wolf apologizes to everyone and Emily invites him to join us for cookies and tea. And we all have a splendid time! Em gets more and more delighted the more scary and gruesome the story gets.

Her favorite’s these days are her brown and purple blankies, her doggie and her dottie. But this could change at any time. She sleeps with an entourage of stuffed animals and occasionally a new one gets added from the toy box. A new stuffed animal will show up wrapped in her dottie and that is deemed the new “Fecial” that will go with her everywhere, yet be required to be in bed with her at nap or bed time. A recent favorite is a ballerina puppet that she has named Angelina Ballerina (yes, after the mouse). Angelina read her her bedtime book yesterday, and Emily was saying “Good job reading Angelina. You’re doing a great job”. She got down pictures from her wall to show to Angelina. She showed her pictures of her Grandpa Zoom, and told her how she loves him, and he’s holding up a picture that she gave him, and how he fell and broke his hip and needs to be in a wheelchair now. I love seeing her in those moments. Just her and Angelina. It’s like I’m not even in the room, and I just get to see her interact. She is loving, and thoughtful, caring and concerned. When one of us gets a scratch she takes us immediately to the bathroom to get cleaned up, neosporin-ed and bandaged. She completes it with a kiss and a sympathetic look. She takes care of her doggie like he’s a baby, rocking him and wrapping him up, laying him down when he needs naps. And she can be like a mama bear with her Evie Pie. She will be a wonderful mother some day.

This little lady fascinates me the more time I spend with her. And at the end of the day when I’m praying over her while she sleeps, I just beg the Lord that I’ll get to watch her grow. That I won’t miss a thing. Being her mom is the greatest gift.

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