It’s the last week before the school year starts here. So, naturally, everything is shut down. As I like to call it: forced vacation. No summer camps. No preschool. No daycare. Nothing to do but take time off. And spend it at home. With the kids. Which wouldn’t be a big deal. Except that- oh yeah, we just took vacation TWO WEEKS AGO. I’m still catching up from that. So, Dan and I decided to alternate days. One of us goes to work while the other stays home with the kids. Then the next day we swap.
Hello, Emmafans. Me again. I know, I know. You’re wondering whether Mommy is EVER going to actually write her own blog. (One word for you Mommy: RESPONSIBILITY. But I disgress . . .) As you can see, I’m guest posting. Again.
I mentioned in my last blog entry that I desperately needed a vacation. Well, America, you’ll be happy to know: I got one. My Bubbe rented a big house for me, my family, my aunties and uncles and my four big girl cousins. It was a few hours and one car nap away from here. We stayed there for a week. People: It. Was. Heaven. Every time I turned around, there was someone to shower me with affection. And teach me a new hand gesture. But don’t get too excited: I’m not talking about the really good kind that you get to use when someone cuts you off in traffic. (Yes, Mommy, I can see from the back seat.) I’ll be honest, America. That part was a bit disappointing.
Brace yourself, people. MAJOR update. Mommy and I had a talk. About how I am CLEARLY the most highly evolved member of our family. I think that’s what she meant anyway. Her exact words were, “Oh, Emma. You are such a cutie patootie.” (Sometimes you have to read between the lines with Mommy . . . and overlook the rather undignified questions about what might be in my diaper. But I digress . . .) We agreed. I should play a bigger role in “her” blog.