Happy 9th Birthday Emmy!!!

 Emerson Asher entered this world less than a fortnight before the new millennium, or as most of us remember it, Y2K.   There were constant mumblings that there would be universal chaos , the global economic infrastructure would collapse, and that possibly the entire world would go dark at midnight on January 1, 2000.  Some apocalyptic wishful thinkers even speculated the end of the world.  Committees were formed and people were scrambling to prepare themselves for what was to come.   It wasn't until the safe passing of the main event itself, January 1, 2000, that public fears were fully quelled and  our hope in the stability of the world was reinforced. My hope for peace and light in the world was reinforced 13 days earlier, on December 18th, 1999.  A new being has a way of doing that.  

Prior to Emmy's birth, I, too infrequently, experienced several paradigm refining moments in which my ambitions and intentions were all inclusively decontaminated by the reminder than I am part of something much bigger than myself...something that knows I am capable of giving more.  I usually received this cathartic purification on the trail of a solitary hike, during an inspiring conversation,  or while reading a soul-evolutary passage in a book.  These moments resulted in wide awake late nights not poisoned by the typical guilt and fear, but by the eager anticipation of starting the next day a new and better person.  

There is something about Emmy that invokes this feeling on a regular basis.  Even as a baby, people would identify something wise and peaceful in her nature.  Just being near her makes me want to be a better person. 

Admittedly, I still have days when my desire to hide from the world overtakes my ambition to help make it a livable and lovable place for my children...when I am brimming with pessimism and question my reckless behavior in bringing these children into this troubled world. But it is more often that I recognize that it is my children that have truly brought me into the world they see.....a world full of hope, mercy, potential and simple wishes

So on this day, I wish to celebrate Emmy with my traditional birthday list of facts:

1.I had a crazy Bolivian doula for Emmy's natural birth.  She made me color a birthing ball and got mad when I wasn't coloring with enough enthusiasm.  

2. We were moved onto a separate floor in the hospital because of all the millennium babies being born (we promise, we were not birthing a child at this time for all the prizes)

3.  Corey had finished his finals and his mother had flown into town the same moments I started labor.  What a convenient baby...other than the middle of the night stop and go labor. 

4. weighed exactly 8 pounds 

5.  We had her name picked when I was pregnant, but didn't know I was pregnant.

6.  Slept for 20 hours a day...as opposed to Savanna's crying 20 hours a day

7.  Landed a paying modeling job for Cracker Barrel at 6 months.  

8. Was a lady bug for her first Halloween

9.  Let Savanna poke and prod her all she wanted

10. Started walking at 10 months

1 year 

11. Got 4 shots and a fever on her first birthday.  What was I thinking?

12. Emmy fell asleep in her food all the time

13. Was the messiest eater ever

14.  Has dreams about eating and grabs at the air

15.  Her nickname is Boofus

16. Emmy loved to dress up.  She must have been completely saturated, because now she hates to wear even a skirt or jeans.....prefers sweat pants every day.

17. The word "danny" was used in every situation that requires any emotion.  If she is scared, she says, "DANNY" and if she is excited she says ,"DANNY"  It is a word we heard a lot of.  In fact, we started saying it as well.

18. moved from St. Louis to Spokane

19. won't go to sleep unless I am holding her hand

20.  let's Savanna talk her into making huge messes

2 years

21. Becomes pathologically attached to a water balloon

22. Was a rabbit for her 2nd Halloween

23. Will eat a whole can of black beans for breakfast

24. Loves beans, cheese, mango, rice, meatloaf, pizza, artichokes, popcorn and carrots

25. Does not like potatoes, orange juice, cereal, asparagus

26. She is hungry all the time

27.  Particularly loves her Dad, Uncles, and Grandpas

28.  added a crayon to the Soup while I was making dinner because she wanted it to be pink

29.  falls off picnic table benches constantly

30. used to love to sing and dance...but now she hates it

3 yrs old

30. Received a thorough haircut from Savanna during dinner.  All she had to say about it was, "my dinner is ruined."  We turned it into a darling pixie cut and so she...

31.was Tinkerbell for her 3rd Halloween

32. Had a popcorn kernel stuck in her nose for 6 weeks

33. took ice skating lessons

34. loves to climb trees

35. I used an explicative when I burned my hand while making dinner.  Emmy asked "Is that the   Spanish word for BURN?"

36. looks for fairies wherever we go

37. Went through a huge Peter Pan phase and was obsessed with pixie dust

38. Goes to Disney land

39.  asks if she will be "Emmy Incorporated" after she gets married

40.  Prays for the fairies to be safe

4 years

41. Wonders, "Do Barbies speak Chinese because they were make in China?"

42. Exclaims sadly, "I don't like Ansel because he is too breakable"

43. Says on her 4th birthday, "Remember that I am the birthday girl and I rule the day?"

44. Trips on the sidewalk and breaks her arm

45. Tasted her first alcoholic beverage at 4 yrs old (unintentionally, of course)

46. Went Trick-or-Treating with some neighbor girls a month BEFORE Halloween and came home with plenty of candy.

47.  called 911 for no reason

48. Has hyper mobility (the real term for being double jointed)

49.  Asked me one day, "Mom, do you feel empty inside?"

50.  Will always let the other person win 

Kindergarten

50. Emmy has a lot of headaches this year and has an MRI

51. took a climbing class and became a real spider monkey

52. played on a soccer team and never won a game...but had a lot of fun

53. drew a million fairies 

54. took a ballet class and hated it

55. saved all of her allowance for hungry children 

56. was an angel for her 5th Halloween

57. went to speech therapy and finished in record time

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58. Emmy started skiing this year and picked it up without hesitation

59. Emmy is very fidgety.  I wonder where she got this from?

60.  loves squishy things

1st grade

61. was a dragon for her 6th Halloween

62. drew a million bees in 1st grade and made a few into stories

63. Emmy is very adventurous and will try anything new.

64. She fails to recognize her "dizzy" limits and has thrown up on several occasions.

65. Emmy loves to Run and MOVE

66. Set her Pogo sticking record at 2000 in a row

67. She Also loves to Read Quietly for hours
68. Wrote this poem that received school-wide recognition

Dark liquid

Hardly looks like water

Full Of unknown creatures

What forgotten treasures lay down there?

The sand dances with the tide

To the shore

Revealing the secrets of the shells

Beneath the sea

69. Made a book of poetry

70. She jump ropes in the house and the neighbor is annoyed

71. Emmy hates to get in trouble

72. Emmy is always the first one asleep and the first one awake

73. Likes me to create 'Harry Potter teams up with Shaggy and Scooby'  stories to pass the time while hiking

74. Will cross any downed log....no matter how high or dangerous

2nd grade

75. was a fairy for her 7th Halloween

76. she HATES putting anything in her hair

77. Had a pet jelly fish for a week

78. She does not like to be called Emerson....maybe someday. 

79. She gets some pretty brutal spontaneous bloody noses

80. Has true empathy and puts other's happiness before her own

81. had a pet goldfish for one day

82. wants to be where Savanna is almost all the time....I'm hoping this lasts through the teen-aged years.

83. Says she wants to be a teacher 

3rd grade

84. was a black cat for her 8th Halloween

85. She is very organized and takes care of her things...always has the cleanest room.

86. She NEEDS her stuffed bunny to fall asleep and watch scary movies

87. She takes school very seriously 

88. Learned to cross-stitch and makes her own patterns

89. Doesn't love to talk to adults or talk on the phone

90. She is VERY picky about her shirts.  The collars have to be just right and no itchy TAGS

I love you, Emmy

Mom

Tired of being "Tired" : Countdown to my Breakdown

Thursday, December 11

9.30 am; 7 HOURS TO BREAKDOWN

A storm is coming. Our tires our balding and we have an long incline, decline and incline to get the girls to school. We need snow tires for educational purposes. Corey calls on Wednesday to reserve some tires. The employees graciously invite us to stop by 'anytime' to have them installed. I drop the girls off at school and head directly to Les Schwab. I handover my keys and they inform me that due to the coming storm, there is a bit of a backup. It may take 2 hours. I can handle a few hours. I came prepared with notebook, a book, and Nintendo DS. Ansel spends the first hour on the DS and I spend it reading. This will be delightful.

10:30 am: 6 HOURS TO BREAKDOWN

Ansel wants some of the free 'all you can eat' bio hazardous popcorn that is so generously offered. I shovel some in a bag and eat most of it. Ansel gets mad and I have to get him HIS OWN bag. I watch some of THE VIEW (it is so loud, I really can't help it) and get really annoyed at the women interrupting each other constantly. Good thing Whoopi is there to mediate or they would probably be pulling each other's hair. Ansel interrupts by pulling the lever on the water cooler without putting a cup underneath.

11:30 am: 5 HOURS TO BREAKDOWN

I have to get out of here. They aren't even close to getting to our car. We walk out into the fog and cross the street to the second hand book store. Ansel pulls out the books he wants me to read....Dora the Explorer, Blues Clues, and Scooby Doo....Really Ansel? I am so disappointed in his selection. I love reading to my children UNLESS I am reading the mind-numbing script from a television episode.

12:30pm: 4 HOURS TO BREAKDOWN

I am expecting Les to call any minute and have my phone close by. Our next stop is the coffee shop where Ansel and I get some hot chocolate and a muffin. There is a cozy fire, a box of toys, and today's newspaper. OK. Maybe I will find some redemption in this little slice of heaven.

We do have a nice hour despite the background Pop star desecration of timeless Christmas Carols.

1:30pm: 3 HOURS TO BREAKDOWN

Convinced that they have the wrong cell phone number and that our van is ready and waiting, I decide to go back to Tire Headquarters. A feeling of Doom sets in when I see the same people waiting in the 5 ft by 5 ft waiting area. I call Corey and try to blame all of this on him. It is a short conversation. I have a long conversation with an older gentleman about all the artwork that he completed as a young boy while Ansel draws the ABC....ELLEMENOP's in his notebook and Sings the ALPHABET song very loudly. I eat more popcorn.

2:30pm: 2 HOURS TO BREAKDOWN

There is a posted sign saying, "Please do not ask us when your car will be done. The time we quoted you when you arrived is an "estimate" and the waiting period may exceed our quote." What a lame disclaimer. Their "estimate" has now been exceeded by 3 hours. I have gain a little control over the situation ignore their little sign. With complete composure, I let them know that I will have to pick my girls up from school and that if I knew that is was going to take this long, I would have arranged a ride. They shrug their shoulders and hand Ansel a box of crayons. This keeps him happy for about 3 minutes. Several people come in to complain about snow tires that were installed improperly the day before. I have to get out of here. We walk to "Zips," a local fast food restaurant, and order a kids meal. Ansel eats the hamburger and I eat the fries. My internal organs are about to slip out from all the grease I have ingested today.

3:30pm: 1 HOUR TO BREAKDOWN

We return again to headquarters and find that our car is in the dock. They are removing the old tires. I need to pick the girls up from school in 1/2 hour (luckily, they had Spanish class giving us an extra hour). Maybe I will make it. The employees disappear. There are no tires on my car. It is getting dark. I picture the girls vulnerably waiting for me in the foggy darkness. I try to call the school secretary. No answer. Nobody is working on the car. I suppose they decided to take a break or maybe they are bored of the monotony of replacing tire after tire after tire and want to find out what the crazy blond lady is going to do. I get a hold of a friend who can drive over to the school and retrieve the girls. I know they will be disappointed because I promised them I would take them to the last day of the book fair which closes as 5 pm. I, unlike the people at Les Dweeb, take my promises seriously. Oprah is interviewing Sarah Jessica Parker, who is wearing some hideous shoes, about her upcoming Sex in the City movie. It is a repeat so no one will mind when I turn it off. It become eerily quiet.

4:30pm: BREAKDOWN

Someone is finally putting the tires on my car....in slow motion. Ansel starts to cry . He wants to go home. I start to cry. I want to go home too. I am humiliated that I am crying. I never cry in public. I can't help it. What a stupid thing to cry about. I am sure it is all the supernaturally yellow popcorn that is making me cry. The older employee who gave Ansel the crayons steps over and says, 'Lets get you out of here'. He goes out to the dock and whispers in the installers ears. They move a little faster. Sometimes it pays to be crazy. I should have started crying hours ago.

This better be one big snow storm.

POST-BREAKDOWN It snows one measly inch. Not even enough to make a snowball.

Because this post is so grinchy, I will end on a positive note with a cell-phone snapshot of a spectacular sunset that we witnessed on the way home from school last week.

Stopping by Woods on A Not So Snowy Afternoon

There is no snow at our house.  We have been waiting ever so impatiently.  Corey bought his ski pass in July and Savanna can ski for free this year as a 5th grader.  We have our massive snow blower eagerly waiting to be broken in.   My first vision of our new home included backdoor walks through the snowy woods.  Is it too early to be freaking out?  Probably, but I have a hard time putting a reign on my "freak out" sleigh.   Since the snow hasn't come to us, we decided to go to the snow.  It wasn't until we reached the tippy top of Mt. Spokane that we even found a trace of the dope.  

What we really found was a thick layer of ice covered by a thin layer of snow.  It was still really pretty.

Corey looks for the best route

The girls trust his judgement and follow him

Whoops.  

Ansel loves the slipping and sliding........until the last half hour.

Emmy can't get enough of it. 

Corey starts a snowball fight.

You don't want to start a snowball fight with Savanna.  

Ansel creates his own snowstorm......

and then eats his own snowstorm

Emmy cuts out the middle man

Time for some posing.

It was a fun afternoon.  Playing in the snow for the first time each season is always a wickedly epic experience filled with a renewed awe for the awesomeness that is snow (Geez, Im yappin like a snowboarder).  It is also a tear-jerking reminder of how fast my children are growing.  I pulled out the bag of gloves and snow pants and froze at the sight of the tiny gloves in which Ansel comfortably nestled his fingers just last year.  They looked like doll gloves.  I took a big heart-wrenching gulp and kept digging for something that would work.  Savanna had to wear my boots with high-water pants.  I guess we are not quite ready for snow.