That's Our Emma Grace

While playing outside, she usually manages to get the dirtiest of all her friends. She's still expanding the "cheers" tradition with new items like umbrellas, pumpkin bread, and matching clothes, and feet. She says things like, "It stinks up here" while playing in her room alone. (It took a minute to sink in that she was referring to the accident she'd just had in her pants.) She likes for me to ask a list of silly questions, like "do you like to ride cokes? Do you like to ride beans?" In response to each she giggles and says "Noooooooo!" as if I was the silliest momma on the planet. She loves to have a little post-lunch dancing in the living room with her mom, broom stick guitars in hand. She's a sorter-She's likes to sort things by color, by size, by type. She's scared of firecrackers, "under" (thunder) and old women who make a fuss over her. That's our Emma Grace.