She’s five.
She can belch the alphabet and giggle all the way through it.
Last night she had her words mixed up and serenaded us in the car on the way home. She sang “Five Little Junkies Bumping On The Bed” (at the top of her lungs). She had no idea what she was saying but she finally got the words right on the last verse and sang “Five Little Monkeys Jumping On The Bed”.
She was bummed out last night because when we told her “We have an appointment tomorrow night to get our taxes done.” she really wanted to get them done right then. This is a consistent theme with our daughter. One year, she actually had a pretty major meltdown because there was a really big snow storm on the night we had scheduled and everything was closing early. Through sobs and tears that night she whimpered, “But I want to get my taxes done….”
Tonight Em was cuddling on her Daddy’s lap and leaned within 5 inches of his eyeballs and very matter-of-factly stated, “Wow! You look tired!” She then proceeded to point out the dark circles under his eyes and the fine lines on his face. Glad it was his lap she was sitting on. I have a lot more dark circles, lines, and my gray hair count is catching up with The Hubs.
This girl also has a very keen sense of smell. She stuck her nose almost IN her Daddy’s mouth and asked what the smell was on his breath. (Let me just say that someone’s nose that close to my mouth makes me very uncomfortable but apparently sniffing each other’s breath is something they do fairly often.) He told her it might be the smell of a drink he was drinking. ”No. It smells like food.” And then the investigation and inquisition began. I’m not sure if she ever closed the case or if she chalked it up to daddy being a lunatic.
Just another 24 hours of life in our family.
