Halloween

Halloween this year was creepy, creeping up on us like that. In true form of my mother I whipped something up within the hour for Emery's cousin Tristan's birthday party. I'm starting to realize the grief us 8 children caused my mom the night before Halloween. I remember wailing and rolling on the floor because I didn't have a costume the night before the school parade. My mother, being a handy lady, slipped me into a "springed toy tunnel",popped two little strainers on some glasses, and situated a red toque on my noggin. Tada! A worm.

Emery, being the patient little nugget she is, didn't mind me shoving her into her newborn Tu-Tu, and putting on some ballet slipper looking socks. Tada! A ballerina.

For trick-or-treating mama Bissett conveniently had a skunk costume at her house just Emery's size. See...I told you she was magical with the whole costume thing.

My good friend, Ariah, and her her son Kyden took Emery and I trick-or-treating around our crescent. It was quite fun to take my own chicklet around for the first time. I could get used to this.

After a great evening with grandma and grandpa Peterson, filled with Darren's famous wings, handing out candy, and eating to many sweets, we headed to Raymond
Ellie, my sister has a boyfriend. That's nice isn't it? They were Jack and Jill for Halloween. That's nice too.
Jill fetched a pail of Emery. Which is disappointing because I`m still thirsty after eating all our candy.
This was our stash of sweet cavity causing goodness. The picture below is Emery`s stash. If Emery was the only one who went trick or treating, where did all our candy come from?

Boogermobile

Here she comes, ready to boogie on her boogermobile. Boogermobile? Well of course, bright green and shaped like a booger crusing back and forth from kitchen to living room. The fun is endless. Its like our own babysitter. Get one. You will love it, and your baby will too.I stopped pushing Emery around and she gave me quite the look....
....scratched her little noggin....
... and tried putting it in drive.
Because she was so cute I pushed her a little bit. She put on her "excited?" face.
She was so thrilled she gave a little squeel and clapped. We love her.

Giving Thanks

We gave thanks last week, all 43 of us. It was nice. I was thankful. I was claustrophobic.

The ladies and baby Peter. Friend, cousin, niece, and nephew. They were too cool to eat at the big table.
I pretend Peter is mine. I luff him. I am thankful I'm a Aunt to the 19 nieces and nephews Levi and I have been blessed with. Want me to name them? Ok! Mckaya, Hunter, Benson, Taylee, Brigham, Taylor, Dallin, Caleb, Megan (She is new!!) Adelaide, Cossete, Tobin, Hallie, Peter (He is also new!!) Tristan, A.J., Miles, Beckam, Maddox(New-ish!!). There, now i really hope i didn't forget someone! :) We are thankful for every single one of them.
Uncle Christopher, trying to be festive, made Emery a little Indian with a used napkin and toy man. She loved it...not.
Taylee is one of our prized nieces. Levi thinks she is funny little toot... I just think she is silly. Weird? You will see why in some of the following pictures. "These cookies are JUST SO GOOD!!!! What is in these thangs! I could eat a billion. THEYYYYYYY AAAARRRRRREEE SOOOOOO GOOOD."


She does her own stunts. She is original. Refreshing isn't it? What isn't original is Emery trying to take a snooze on our way home. Maybe it was the mass amount of turkey she ate. All in all it was a good thanksgiving. I missed Levi during the day because he had to work (BLA!) but I was glad he could make it for some left overs later in the evening. Happy Late Thanksgiving!

Look and Love

There is an endless supply of entertainment and games in this house. Our new favorites are Barney and the peaking toy game. I wish they were endless. Want to know how to play? First, find a toy with a hole in it. If the toy doesn't have a peak place, Oh well...use it anyways. Hold it in front of you at arms length and see who can peak through it first. Emery always wins, usually because she takes over the toy. We are still working on sharing. It ends with lots of giggles and bruises. But thats ok, I hear love hurts anyways.

Em likes Barney. Em LOVES Barney. These next few pictures are Emery first experience with the purple and green brute. Too cute. Emery... not Barney.

5 reasons

In case you haven't noticed, Emery is getting older. The proof is in these pictures. No pudding here.

Reason #1. Angus can no longer take refuge on my lap because Emery can climb right up and gives him a "gentle" pat on the head. She is a smart cookie. A peanut butter cookie, because Emery likes peanut butter.

Reason #2. She takes nibbles out of apples. Very cute nibbles. I've been giving her all sorts of large food items just so I can coo over all her little munch bites.

Reason #3. Come to mama big girl car seat! Still rear facing until she can meet the weight requirements but it definitely is an improvement from lugging her baby seat in and out of places. We luff luff luff it...Emery sulks about it. What a baby....What an 'older' baby.

Reason #4. Levi and I sleep in. I usually wake up to the sound of Emery scratching the wall, the crib bars shaking, and lot of giggles. She can go a good hour playing in her crib without making a peep. I just LOVE coming into the room and finding this...our little girl standing in the crib grinning up at me. Yes, Em is standing now. I told you she is getting big!

Reason #5. This picture. Eating breakfast yesterday morning looking like a big girl. It's like she changed overnight. My baby is no longer looking like a baby anymore! Those are my reasons. Believe it or not, Emery is the cutest, sweetest, smartest little girl I've met. And we love her. Every last old baby bit of her!

We.Are.Poor.

OK everyone, the rumors are true, us three amigos are dirt poor. We may be poor but we also have managed to be rich. We are just lucky like that. Rich is defined by having plenty of somethings, somewhats, and somewhos. hm mm, check check CHECK! We have a plethora of dishtowels, homework, laundry, and garbage...like boxes! :) We have a heaps of giggles, smiles, and love. And do top our wealth off like a cherry, we have each other. I love cherries.

Emery made a playhouse out of her new car seat's box. She spent the entire evening carefully, ever so carefully, transferring all her toys into the back of the box one at a time. She continues to disappoint me with her reaction to experiences that should be frightening. All i get is giggles as i try to suck her up with the vacuum, blow her with the blow dryer, or shut her into a box. I'm one of those nice moms.

I wish everyone could be a nose scruncher like our Emery Elise.