I don't know how long it will be until the halo cracks, falls off, turns to lead...there are myriad possibilities. But for now, the golden halo over equally shining locks remains.
Admittedly it pains my heart not being a favorite. Dad usually wins out, but Emmett has such an abundance of love in him, I still am on the receiving end of a huge smattering.
Emmett loves to talk about papa, and play with his model airplane. His favorite foods are mama's bread with jelly, noodles and mama's sauce, and fruit leather in all shapes colors and flavors. It sounds like her really likes my food, but unfortunately those three things are about all he likes. Meal times bring out my only frustrations with this little man.
His favorite book to "read" is "Dear Zoo." To be read to, "Mother Goose" is still a favorite as well as "Jack and the Bean Stalk" and anything with kind of spooky, but not too spooky illustrations and prose.
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| Emmett and I spent the afternoon together at the park while the girls were at piano lessons and Berkeley was home with Bertha. He blasted around on his scooter and we took turns piloting the playground airplane or captaining the playground boat, whichever seemed most appropriate in our imaginations. We also climbed the chain link baseball backstop. I think Emmett was impressed how high I got. |
Emmett watches carefully over his little sister. He definitely does not like to clean up, which really isn't too much of an issue because he doesn't make messes, until a friend comes to play. Then...it's a different story.
Gymnastics, bike riding, scooter tricks, you name it and Emmett can do it. He is extremely pint sized (in fact people often think Emmett and Berkeley are only a year apart, and Berkeley is not big!) but packs an athletic punch.
Emmett can be quite shy in large group situations. He loves to cling to mom and dad. However his golden curls are so irresistible adults just can't leave him alone. His pronouns are still all mixed up, most confused being "them" and "they." I could listen to him say "geerwills" (girls) all day long it is so darn cute, and being the only boy amongst 3 sisters we hear it a lot.
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| After we dropped the big girls at gym, Emmett and Honey and I headed to the dinosaur museum. We had a blast. However at 4 years old those big bones were still a bit scary. He huddled in the stroller and pulled the shade down as far as possible. Luckily enormous skeletons were not the only attraction. |
Emmett's silliest posture comes when he is bit embarrassed or unsure of himself. He hunches over, sags his shoulders as low as they will go and drops his head. "Agghhh. Nooo," he moans. "I can't."
Most often however, his self esteem is soaring as he strikes poses like this:
It is so hard for me to let this little one grow up. I just want to shield him from everything and everyone who is not a perfect as he is. Alas, I know I can't. We love you Emmett!
