Emi Sofia

Emi has really taken on to eating food over the last few days. The biggest disagreement we have had in the house to date is who gets to hold the spoon.... Mom or Emi.

Emi's Halloween jammies arrived in the mail today. Bring on Fall!

I've resorted to putting bows in Emi's hair in hopes people will recognize her as a girl. (This is opposed to just dressing her in pink previously).

Here she was this morning. I feel guilty tearing off tags to brand new clothes every morning, but she is needing pants some days more than just a romper outfit. The last time she wore pants was like... April... when she was 2-3 months old. Those clothes don't fit.

The Story of the Fly Away Balloons

On Saturday, I arranged to have family photos taken in honor of my parent's upcoming 40 Year Anniversary. I had some perfect ideas in mind, and I was especially excited to get some pictures of Emi and her adorable cousins Anthony and Samuel.

One idea was to get balloons to tie to the kids wrists. So, I stopped by the store and picked up two Mylar balloons and a big read heart.

It was almost time for the big moment to introduce the balloons to the kids. Like a good wife of forty years, my mom instructs my dad to go untie the balloons from the tree and does not remind him that he needs to hang on to the balloons. See, reminding him that he needed to hang on to the balloons would have insulted his intelligence but potentially saved the balloons. Not telling him to hang onto the balloons after he untied them from the tree saved his dignity... until he let go of the balloons.

Picture 1: You can see in the mirror my hands in my face like "did this really just happen?" Anthony looks up to see where the balloons he has been promised are going.

 Picture 2: In the mirror my hands are still in holding my face in disbelief. My dad looks up to see that while they were stuck in the tree momentarily they are now half way to heaven. Anthony looks nervously at his mom for direction.

 Picture 3: Anthony looks nervously at Grandma thinking "What are you going to do to get me those balloons?"  Grandma informs Anthony the only solution is to buy some more balloons later in the day after the photo shoot.

  Picture 4: Anthony glares and Grandpa. I think you can read his face. Sam discovers something in the mirror. Emi starts to sense the stress of the situation.

  Picture 5: Anthony is consoled by his Mom (while still glaring at Grandpa). "We'll get some more balloons later, lets just finish the photos." Emi starts sucking her thumb to soothe herself during the stressful situation.

So funny to see this play out in photos.

In other news, while none of those photos turned out, there are some great ones. They haven't been edited yet, so I'll be sure to post them when they do. In the mean time, here is a sneak peak:

Its hard to take a bad photo when you got three kids this cute!

Emi is Six+ Months!

What an awesome, amazing, wonderful six months it has been! I know I have been spoiled with a very easy and content baby so I am trying to savour each and every minute of it.





I had to post this picture because this is her usual picture taking face "Like this? Is this how I'm supposed to be doing this?"

"Hurry up before I pull this darn bow out of my hair!"

 "See, I'll smile nice if you just take the bow off!"

"And I'll smile nice with this bow since Mom and Dad are sooooo funny!"

At six months....

Emi pretty much loves her daycare. She is always very happy and warm around Sherry. And Jayce, Cooper and Carter are her besties. She adores them and they adore her. They love to make her laugh and she loves to scream along when they play.  A new girl, Neveah, starts tomorrow. I'm sure Emi will show her who runs the show.

Emi loves to play on floor with Mom and especially Dad. She especially likes to lay on the floor, put her feet in the air, and grab her toes. Occasionally she'll suck her toes when she is totally over sucking her thumb.

 Emi is still a major thumb sucker. Major. There is no other way to put it.

 Emi is a KU fan. Oh, and she still looks like her dad. A lot.

 Emi loves her stroller. It doesn't matter if we are outside or at the mall. She loves looking around. And people love looking at her. Even if most of them call her a boy.

Emi loved watching the Olympics. I love this picture. She just looks so cozy like she owns the whole house.

We have given her food a few times, but it is really not her thing. She prefers her bottle.

At bedtime, Emi has a routine that takes about five minutes from me bringing her up to her room to her being asleep. She usually prefers not to mess around with rocking and sometimes now doesn't even want to mess with a bottle.

Emi usually sleeps from 830pm to 7am. We never wake up to her crying. She always wakes up and starts a conversations with the owls on her crib bumper or wall. Emi still sleeps about 4-5 hours during the day. She can sleep anywhere. I mean it. Anywhere.

Emi is really into grabbing my glasses off my face or grabbing my earrings.

Emi makes lots of noises and coos. She says dada and mama a lot... but never directed towards Tommy or myself. And she is still a chatter box. And listening to her talk is my favorite thing.

We almost always just put Emi in the shower with me, but tonight we put her in the whirlpool. At first she was like Makayla Maroney winning the silver medal at the Olympics vault final. You know- totally not impressed. But after a few minutes she realized how much fun it was and was a bit disappointed when it was time to take her out.

Emi has two teeth. Her two bottom front teeth. No joker teeth like the last one. :-)

I hope the second six months doesn't go as fast as the first six!

I love you, Emi Lou Sofia!

Funny Conservations...

Me after watching Lishinda Demus get the silver medal at the Olympics and committing to 2016: "Wow! Can you believe that?"
Tommy: "What?"
Me: "She just committed to the next Olympics without even asking her husband first!"

Me to client: "Use this line to fill in next of kin."
Client: "I don't know any Mexicans."

Anthony: "Ohhhhhhh! I love this toy! Can I take it home to show my mom and dad?"
Me: "No. That's Emi's toy. You can play with it when you're here."
Anthony then puts toy behind back and walks backwards down the driveway yelling "Let's go, Grandpa!"

Home purchaser 15 minutes into a real estate closing: "Who is the lender and who is the borrower?"
Me: (Complete silence).

Me: "I have just next liked the concept twitter."
Laura: "Me neither. I don't even like the word."

We're Still Going to be Friends...

I received a call last week from a potential client ("PC") stating that him and his wife needed to come see me for a divorce.

PC: "We're going to stay really good friends though. This is going to be quick and easy. We just want to be divorced."

Note: I love clients like this. NOT!! News Flash: If you are going to see a  lawyer it is probably not going to be quick, and it is definitely not easy.

Me: "Well, I can only represent one of you so don't bring her to the appointment. She doesn't have to get an attorney, but that is up to her."

Client shows up a few days later and I walk into the meeting.

Me: "I believe we spoke over the phone a little bit about your situation."
Client"Yes, I need to get divorced but my wife and I will remain really good friends."
Me: "Good Luck!"

(Now I see he didn't like my little comment so I continue on trying to ignore the awkwardness)

Me: "So, have you and your wife talked about who is going to be awarded the house."
Client: "We are both going to live there."
Me: "Like Forever? Or until she finds a new place?"
Client: "Forever"
Me: "Well wont that be weird like bringing over your girlfriend when your ex still lives there?"
Client: "No. We've already been doing that."
Me: "Well who is going to pay for it?"
Client: "Me."
Me: "Well that's a pretty sweet deal for her don't you think?"

(Now I'm trying to hold back my giggles).

Me: "So what vehicle are you going to take?"
Client: "Why are you asking me such stupid questions?"
Me: "Well, we will need to award the house, cars, retirements to either of you in the divorce."
Client: "Why? We're going to stay really good friends."
Me: "So when you stop being really good friends, we know who takes what shit."

(Now I'm waiting for one of my bosses to walk through the door letting me know I'm being punked.)

Client: "Well I just don't think you need to know any of this."
Me: "Well, I do. And you can let her take one of your cars. But you better contact your insurance agent because you're going to have to insure that differently if you are no longer spouses because "Really good friends" are never considered regular drivers for insurance purposes. And... you may want to let her know she is going to get booted off your health insurance."
Client: "No. I'm going to keep her on."
Me: "You can't have really good friends as your dependent on your employer based health plan."
Client: "Well, she can just go back on Title XIX. Its free and better than my health insurance anyway."
Me: "Well its not free. Its free to her. But we pay for it with tax dollars. Those doctors just don't work for free you know."
Client (silent).

The appointment continued on a bit longer. The meeting revealed that my client was contributing to an employer sponsored pension plan that he had no clue about. So that was good news for him.

As he left I sat in my office giggling about his stupid plan. And then I remembered a few conversations that Tommy and I had that went something like this.
Me prior to having Emi: "What happens if we find out that I cant have kids."
Tommy: "Then we'll be just friends, honey. But really good friends."

And this left me wondering... was Tommy serious?!?

Thankful Thursday

Thankful Thursday Friday.

Oops. Life got a little too busy to blog yesterday. And if you are too busy to blog on Thursday than you are too busy.

I'm still super thankful for the Olympics. Watching Gabby Douglas was so much fun! Tommy even googled Chow's gymnastics to find out how soon we could enroll Emi! I told him it was too expensive. He said it'd be worth it!

I'm thankful for these little cutie pies!

In case you are wondering, yes, they are holding hands! Sam saw the camera come out and grabbed Emi's hand. I couldn't be a prouder mama or auntie!

I'm thankful for those coworkers who add a little spice to my day!

I'm super thankful for my mama who came over to my house and mopped my kitchen floor.

I'm thankful that when Emi is so concentrated on playing with her toys, she still takes a break to give me the best smile. ever.

I'm thankful for my little trip to TJ Maxx today. I hadn't been there in months. I forgot how awesome that place was. I picked up a few fall outfits for Emi and a toy for Emi all for about $25.

I was thankful that this car I saw didn't belong to anybody I know. In case it is hard to see from the photo... those are eyelashes on that car. D.U.M.B.

I'm thankful for a little disguise trick that my friend, Laura, taught me. She wear sunglasses and hoop earrings around town so people wont notice her. When she first told me about it I thought "Silly, Laura. That will never work." So I added a little twist to her disguise that will for sure do the trick. Here I am dressed in my disguise.... sunglasses, big hoop earrings and a scarf!

Lastly, I'm thankful for the fun weekend I had in clear lake with my friends. I'm thankful for my generous parents who shared their condo and boat with us. My mom also stayed and watched all the babies! We had such a great time relaxing, boating, skiing, and enjoying each other's company.

Happy Thursday Friday!

Funny Conversations...

My mom constantly calls Emi "Emi Lou." So often that the last time my mom said "Emi Sofia" Tony said "No, Grandma, it''s Emi Lou!"

Me to Tommy: "I don't think I'd make a good entertainment news journalist."
Tommy: "Why?"
Me: "Because when I am in court I don't think I am very articulate."
Tommy: "Well is the other attorney articulate?"
Me: "Not really."
Tommy: "Well then what's your point?"
Me: "That I wouldn't make a good entertainment news journalist."
Tommy: "Oh yah."

My client: "My husband's friend's wife went to law school with you and she says you're a bitch."
Me: "Well, I am."
Client: (silence).