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.