Emma has an incredible imagination and sometimes I use it against her. Like the other day when I could not get her to put her socks on. Suddenly I wagged my toes and tickled hers with mine. I said in a falsetto voice, talking for my toes:
“Oh Emma’s toes! You look cold. Please cover yourselves up.”
Emma jumped right in and as she wiggled her toes back, she replied in just as falsetto a voice:
“Oh yet! We are cold. Pease cover us up!”
But occasionally Emma’s imagination back fires on us.
For instance, the other day when I made silver dollar sized pancakes and Hugo made the mistake of offering Emma some baby pancakes. Her mind was off to the races and so were the babies on her plate. Those “babies” danced and sang to us all through breakfast. Thankfully Emma’s appetite finally took over and she suddenly bit the babies’ heads off and then laughed as she ate them all up – one body part at time.
Then last night, Emma absolutely did not want to eat supper. She was ‘full already’. In truth she was overtired, and as we are weaning her off her baba and only allowing her one at bedtime, she was fairly desperate for bed by 6:30. Supper just was not in her plans.
“Pease mummy, make me a baba! Pease!”
“No Emma – you must at least eat a little first.”
“Mummy, pease I tired! Make me baba. Peeeeease!”
Suddenly I remembered the success of my toes talking to hers. I tickled her tummy, and a little voice called to out to her:
“Emma – this is your tummy. I’m hungry! Please eat the biscuit!”
A smile danced across her face and her eyes lit up.
“Okay!” she said, and with little bites I tempted it into her tummy. But as we came close to the end of the biscuit her eyes suddenly sparkled mischievously, and Emma’s tummy suddenly announced;
“Mummy – Emma’s tummy wants a baba, peeease!Read more!