One Of Her Is Enough
She had so much fun posing for the camera when I took her pictures in this pretty dress a few weeks ago that I decided to create this 6-Emma Lyn picture illusion thing in photoshop. In the middle of cloning, smudging, and softening the background I couldn’t help but imagine actually having 6 of them. Then I smack myself in the forehead because first of all, 6 of these little things will drive us totally insane. As much as we love her, whewww, she’s a handful, let me tell ‘yah. That’s 6 times the attitude, and 6 times the expenses of dressing her up. Although the latter would be so much fun I’m sure, then reality will set in that it also means that’s +6 girls to put through college instead of just 2(Caine and Emma Lyn). And most probably, future 6 background check for any boy that ever comes near them. Daddy is definitely going to have major headache. So yes, we’ll just be grateful with 1 and let photoshop enjoy the other 5.
I Love Winning An Argument, Don’t You?
It feels really good to win an argument. Especially an argument with someone who’s got a one-track mind most of the time. And someone as feisty as I am. It is such an accomplishment in my daily mundane life. Winning makes me feel like I’m worth every breath I take on this earth. Like the tuna-popcorn argument I had with my feisty daughter.
Ems: Mommy, tuna sandwich and popcorn.
Mom: Just tuna sandwich for lunch.
Ems: NO, tuna sandwich and popcorn, pleaassee..
Mom: STAR tuna sandwich.
Ems: STAR tuna sandwich??
Mom: YUP
Ems:
POINT 1 goes to Mommy!
Gosh Darn It, Where’s The Purple?
We had a bit of a setback here. I didn’t think those eggs were ever going to be dyed tonight and for the love of colorful eggs, how could I have not known that there were no purple tablet in the kit? She’s in a purple fix right now so purple this purple that, “Daddy, where’s my purple crayon”.. purple purple purple.
That’s why her nose in those pictures is too red. She just had to have a breakdown for 30 minutes before we could start. Sure why not. It’s not like I was going anywhere anyway…
Oatmeal Container Turned Kids Organizer
I ate the last cup of oatmeal for breakfast yesterday and as I was about to throw the container away, I said, “Hey I Betcha I can do something with this.” I remembered how every time we go somewhere, I’m always looking for my daughter’s sunglasses. Then I saw the pencils at the dining table, and remembered the markers in my desk, and all over her bedroom floor. VOILA, organizers out of an oatmeal container. This is actually one of the classic ways in recycling oatmeal containers. When it comes to covering stuff with paper, I’m your pal. Just check out the Customized Toilet Paper Roll Telescope I made for my daughter last year. Now let me show you how I made these organizers out of an oatmeal container.
How’s Your Wednesday So Far?
So how’s your Wednesday so far? Mine is fine, thank you. I mean, DST kinda screwed up my brain for a bit this past Monday but I’m hanging in here. I haven’t been looking for skid steer for sale to help me clean up the girl’s room. In all fairness, it’s still pristine-ly organized(cough cough) after I just picked up legos and papers on the floor. Oh and crayons, markers, and hot wheels. As of this moment, the 3 drawers where the books are store are all opened but hey she’s being quiet reading all the Disney Princesses fairy tale stories.
I sure love tickling her feet after she refused to smile for the camera for me. She preferred to hide behind her favorite Care Bears pillow. we’re about to do puzzles in a bit so life is good, how about yours?
March 5th Photo-A-Day Challenge: A Smile
March 5th Photo-A-Day Challenge: A Smile
A beautiful smile from my daughter who got the “Emma” Lego Friend. it doesn’t take much to make her happy
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A Little Superficiality Wouldn’t Hurt
Give me a little bit of leeway in deluding myself that a little bit of superficiality wouldn’t hurt in raising my daughter into an independent, successful, confident, and strong woman. Doing girly stuff like putting a lipstick on is purely innocent and wouldn’t hurt her confidence in the future. Or how locking herself in the bathroom to play with my mascara to practice her gothic look last year is not going to hurt her one bit. Her father and I remind her all the time that she doesn’t really need makeup to be beautiful because she already is. But yah know, there are days when I slip and I completely go bananas when she mentions “makeup” after playing with cars and trucks most of the time.
A few weeks ago we had to go to the store for something so I was rushing her to get her jacket but she went to the bathroom instead so this is how the conversation went.
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