I am pooped. We dubbed today “The All About Emmie Fun Day” or “Emmie Day” for short. We left the house at 11 am and stayed out through lunch and naps. Yes, today, I was in fine form. Emmie Day began with lots of lunch-spoiling candy, then it took us to Kid to Kid consignment store, where Emmie got a pair of princess pajamas (flannel for wintertime), a red corduroy jumper, and two bows. She doesn’t like wearing bows, but she sure loves picking them out. I haven’t given up hope yet. Sir G. also got a jacket. It had knights and castles on it, and since we stole his name from this guy, how could I resist?
Then we headed on over to Monkey’s Treehouse, for lunch and two solid hours of playtime. If you’ve never been to Monkey’s Treehouse, let me set the scene for you. When you were a kid, did you ever have a friend whose house looked like a Toys R Us franchise? Were you that kid? If you were, it’s OK; no hard feelings–assuming you learned to share eventually. Well, Monkey’s Treehouse is essentially that kids house, and for a small fee they will let you play with all of their toys and crawl all over their indoor playground. Now you see why Emmie likes it? Plus they have picnic tables and let you bring your lunch in, so mommies like it too. We met a friend named Keeley while we were there. She was two and a big sister, just like Emmie. Having similar personalities, they spent most of “playtime” bossing each other around and fighting over toys. It made me feel better to be reminded that Emmie is not the only strong-willed, bossy child out there. For the record, there was some good sharing action too.
And here’s a secret about “Emmie Day” rules. You can still run mommy errands, because if they involve a piece of candy and a stroller ride, then they’re fun too! So I spent my $5 DSW birthday certificate (I bought a clutch. It was on sale already, so I only spent $5. Woot!), and I did Josh a favor and stopped by this place to pick up a belated birthday present that he never had time to get for me. I know, I’m such a sweet, self-sacrificing wife.
After we pulled away from Schakolad to go pick up Josh from work, Emmie was in the back seat shouting “No Daddy! More Emmie Day!” So I’m pretty sure today was a success, which is good because tomorrow is “It’s-Mommy’s-last-day-at-home-before-she-goes-back-to-work-so-she-has-to-catch-up-on-housework Day.” Not quite as much fun.
Oh, and where was Gareth during all the Emmie Day fun? Riding happily in his Ergo, eating and sleeping to his little heart’s content.
Hangin’ out at the treehouse: (Bonus points to you if you know that reference!)