Shenanigans

Days with Emma are always unpredictable. Will it be a good day? Crazy? Tired? Silly? Or maybe all of the above. Usually it’s the last one. Yesterday was a good day. We stayed home! We painted nails, did my chocolate mask, watched football, worked out in the garage, and she made a Caesar salad for dinner while I did the dishes. Today was the first day I felt like I got my life back: no work, no dog sitting, no appointments or pressing tasks. So I went for a run, did my Bible study and still had plenty of time to get a few things done...like get all the things we needed for Emma’s passport. She got out early from school today, so I took her to Yuba City to get her passport renewed. We got her one when Steven deployed to Afghanistan when she was a baby, and it expires next year. Afterwards we got an early dinner and tried to do some Christmas shopping...but that is when the crazy got too much, so we just came home. (Example of her silly-craziness: At dinner she pulled her shirt half off in public to get her arm out so she could kiss her muscle, “because Tayvon did it.” Oh this child. 😕) 

Her newest concoction: salad with peanut butter. I made her try it before she made it, but she said she liked it. But then she ‘wasn’t hungry’ after a few bites. 

“Mom don’t forget the pickles!” Every time we painted our nails she asked me to do this. So I finally did. Then she told me I looked like a monster. It was fun though. 

This was at the County Clerks office. She wanted them to take her passport picture there.

And she wanted to make moose ears in her picture.

We stopped by a pet store during our shopping. Grandma Connie, she requested this picture for you.

This little guy was so cute! I could never work at one of these places. How could you not take them all home?

Oh Emma and the kitties. 

She really wanted to take one home. 

We shopped until she dropped. Actually we came home before her crazy got worse. 

We tried to make pfeffernusse when we got home. (Seriously, I feel like we can’t do anything without it going to pieces some days.) But we did finish. And we compromised: I let Emma have a dough ball like Laura and Mary in her Little House books to make her own cookies,  and I got to finish without her being too crazy. 

Pretty sure half of her dough ball ended up on the floor. But she had fun.