No, not me. Emma wants to do it! The terrible twos can be fairly terrible it is true. Emma wants to do things her way, by herself, all the time. When we are in a hurry and she still needs to tuck in all her baby dolls or finish preparing food for 3 different stuffed animals, her way is a bit trying.
On the flip side, she can now put her sandals on all by herself. She still may need help with threading the straps through the loop, but that's minor. And most of the time she gets them on the correct feet. She is still working on shoes; those are a bit more tricky.
In the kitchen, Emma will help with anything. She wants to wash dishes, put them away, take them out, stir and mix and of course, eat. Thankfully Nanie and Grandma have given her aprons to keep her clothes clean. Plus she has her own mini- rolling pin. In the picture she was helping to make monkey bread.
She's almost tall enough to turn on the water faucets by herself. If they didn't need to be pulled straight up she would have it. She can, however, reach the water stream without standing on anything. Then she washes her hands all by herself or it could turn into a real water-works.
Just last Friday, one week ago, Emma, Aunt Susan and I were at our Friday morning haunt- Crema Cafe. Susan discovered this place on the east side that is just wonderful. So she treats us for breakfast when we can all go. Anyway, I took Emma into the bathroom to wash her hands, and out of nowhere, completely on her own she says, "E-M-M-A spells Emma." I just about did cartwheels. She could tell I was excited so as we headed out the door, down the hall, through the dining area and out the entrance, she repeated that many times to every person we passed. It was quite the sight.
We got a play structure from Craig's list a couple of months ago. The only way to climb up to the house part is to climb this curved, fake wall type thing that has large and small holes cut out of it for feet and hands to grab on to. She has no fear. I want to do it! That's what we will hear if we get too close to her.
Emma is still a sweetheart even if you include the terribleness of her age and stage. Just before lunch today she asked to snuggle with me. It was so cozy. She curled up as small as she could on my lap, and I made up a story about a girl named Ella and a frog named Mr. Green. She asked me for more while she was eating, but I think I will save Ella and Mr. Green for snuggling sessions.
