Dumpster Diving...sort of

Every day when Emma wakes up at 5:00am, I wonder what will peak her curiosity. She has a way of being very sneaky, especially when she knows I am going to tell her no. Over the last few days, I have caught her splashing water in the toilet, drawing all over her legs with an ink pen, and throwing away very important items in the trash can which has enabled me to add dumpster diver to my resume.

Part of this trash obsession that Emma has acquired is my fault. We have really been working on her following directions and so we do the happy dance when she takes trash and puts it in the can after I tell her to. I guess I will now check the trash every time I hear Emma clapping and saying "YAY!"

I walked into the kitchen to find Emma in only her diaper. Guess where her clothes were?? You got it, in the trash can! When I went to get my wallet out of my purse and it was missing, guess where I found it?? Yep, right again. And the stack of mail on the counter?? Use your imagination! I have found myself digging in the nasty trash can more over the last few days than I care to. It is disgusting, but how can you be mad at this sweet face?? It gets me every time!

For you, Nana

Today is my Nana's 85th Birthday so today is all about her. There is so much that I could tell you about her, but I will just touch on a few things. Nana is the matriarch of our family and the one that everyone turns to when they need to talk. She is the mother of three, grandmother to 12(Soon to be 19 if you count spouses), and great grandmother to 10 littles. She was married to Granddaddy for 62 years and shared a love with him that was unlike anything I have ever seen. She is a woman that knows what she wants and will tell you when she doesn't like something. She is everything that defines grandmother and then some. She is the host of lunch every Wednesday at her house and the center of every major holiday. There isn't much that doesn't involve Nana.
Nana's house is a safe haven for all who know her and even for those that don't. She is Nana to all who know her and even to those who have not met her.
I am very close with my Nana and consider my relationship with her to be unique, but
I am constantly in awe at the special bond between Emma and Nana.

There is nothing like it. Emma loves to sit in the floor and rub Nana's hose

and then to pat her on the back.

They share a special kind of love that is beautiful to see.




Nana, Happy Birthday and here's to wishing you many more! We all love you so very much!