Saturday night we made pizza, snuggled on the couch, watched the Coyotes game (they were down 2 goals, came back tied the game, and then won in a shootout!) and then watched White House Down. I even drank (chugged) a glass of white wine. It's growing on me.
Emma tried apples over the weekend. She was not a fan.
She got back at me by trying to claw my face off. Looks like such a sweet
moment with us, but she's vicious with her clawing.
Max put this on Emma's head and declared her a princess.
Then this happened and my heart almost exploded.
Today we went to church. It's been a long time since we've gone (responses were way different from what I remember saying), and I was worried about how the kiddos would behave. Max was really good, because he was still tired and he knew that he would get a special treat if he behaved. Good boy he is when a special treat is involved. Emma was good. She started to get fussy and I took her to the cry room. The minute we entered the room she was quiet as a mouse. A mom with her two daughters started chatting with me and I asked the age of her youngest little girl. She answered 9 months. Emma was much bigger than her and I told her Emma is 5 months and she said, "Wow she's a big girl!" That. She. Is.