Sunday, January 30, 2011

Baby Child

Emma:  Awww, it's a baby lamb.
Carina:  It's a baby sheep Emma.  Baby lamb is redundant.  It's a baby sheep or a lamb.
Emma:  (after a pause) It's a baby lamb.
Carina:  Emma, it's either a lamb or a baby sheep.  It's not both.  That's like saying it's a baby child.
Emma:  Awww, it's a baby child!

This just in!

The World Wildlife Federation has just announced that

Thursday, January 27, 2011

Emma Rosy

Carina:  Your cheeks are so rosy Emma.

Christmas Socks

Emma:  There are no more trees.
Carina:  There are many trees outside Emma.
Emma:  There is no Christmas tree.
Carina:  Yes that's right.  There's no Christmas tree because it isn't Christmas time.
Emma:  There are no more presents?

Wednesday, January 26, 2011

Emma's First Podcast

So I've been having a blast making podcasts for my other blog.  It really is a lot of fun, so I decided to get Emma in on the fun as well.
Here's what happened.

Monday, January 24, 2011

Spread the love

Emma:  Mommy, does the space heater love me?
Carina:  What?!  Uh....sure.  Right.  I'm sure the space heater loves you.

Sunday, January 23, 2011

Fantasy Chess

Emma, at Dan's party, sees Dan's fantasy chess set, grabs a pawn and asks:
Emma: What is this animal?

Dan's Party

Emma:  Where are we going , Mommy?
Carina: We are going to Dan's party.
Emma runs off to find Daddy.

Just in Case

My hair is longer than it has been in years, so I was playing with it this morning; learning how to handle it again.  Emma saw me and assumed I was getting ready for us to go somewhere.

Emma:  Mommy, where are we going.
Carina:  Nowhere Emma.  I'm getting ready just in case.

Wednesday, January 19, 2011

Marry the Chicken

Emma: Bela where are you? 
Bela: I'm in the kitchen! 

I don't want to see my thing.

(A guest post from Bela, short for abuela, or grandmother in spanish

Emma: Bela I want to see Dora? 
Bela: Ok, I shall put it on for you!. 

Tuesday, January 18, 2011

Good Problems

While trying to pull out a shirt to wear tomorrow, the hanger which held the shirt snapped in two.  This is because my closet is so stuffed with clothing I can barely fit anything in or out of it.  At first, I grew annoyed, but then I realized, what a wonderful problem it is to have so many clothes the hangers break when you try to pull them out of your closet.

Two Left Feet

Every night Emma gets a piggy-back-ride to bed.  She enjoys it so much that it makes bedtime so much more enticing for her.  Every night, Mike gives Emma a piggy-back-ride around the house saying goodnight to everything in sight.  "Goodnight stairs.  Goodnight dinosaurs.  Goodnight socks."

Tonight was no different, except for the hilarious exchange between Mike and Emma which went something like this.

One Dinosaur to Bedtime

Emma: I want to color!
Mike: We can't color right now, Emma.  It's almost time to read stories (which is our term for bedtime, we read her stories before bed).

Ice Skating

So Emma walks into the kitchen while I am making myself a dinner (Steak salad with salt and vinegar potato chips! Healthy, I know.) carrying two of her dog toys, a hard plastic one, a la Playmobile or something similar, and one stuffed smallish one.
Emma: What are you doing, Daddy?


Emma is in a new (and annoying) phase that's I've decided to call "choice panic." Whenever I ask her what she wants for dinner, she hems and haws, finally comes to a decision, and then panics when it comes to be. So for example, if I ask her to choose between macaroni and pizza, she picks the pizza and then cries for lack of the macaroni.

At first I thought this was just some sort of selfishness, but she never ever seemed to want both. She just sort of mourned the loss of the other. At two years old, she already fears the concept of doors closing when others open.

My Job

So, for those of you who don't know, I'm a teacher.  I teach English and Theater in New Jersey.  I truly love my job, and not just because I get paid.  I love my students.  I love collaborating with my colleagues. I love finding fun things to put up on my website (Shameless plug for my school website here).
That being said, it's a rough time to be a teacher right now.  School staffs are getting cut left and right, including ours.  This isn't unusual for the US right now.  The public sector is out of cash.  Everyone is getting cut. Of course the private sector is getting hit hard as well, so let me just say that recessions suck, really badly.

I was told about two weeks ago now that I should start looking for work. Being a teacher, I have a contract until June, but as of July I'm probably one of the 9.2% of people unemployed in NJ.

Monday, January 17, 2011

Day with Mommy

Emma: Mommy, Mommy, Mommy!
Carina: Yes, Emma?
Emma: I'm not in China!

Emma:  Mommy, Mommy, I want to cook!
Carina: Ok, Emma, hold your horses.
Emma: Where are my horses?


Emma: I have a boobie on my thumb.
Mike: You have a booboo on your thumb?
Emma: Right, a boobie.

Bowling Water

Emma: What are you doing Daddy?
Mike: I'm boiling water.
Emma: You're bowling water?

Mixing it up

When last we left Emma, she was doggedly trying to convince me to shoot another video instead of eating breakfast. I should have taken this as some greater wisdom from the mouths of babes that we feed on creativity more than food, but it was way too early in the morning for such insight.

Even though shooting another video would have indeed been cute, breakfast inevitably won.

Or so I had thought. Determined to express her creativity in some way lest she pop, Emma insisted that we "cook" something if she wasn't getting her video

Ready for my closeup mommy

In my last post, I shared a funny little picture of Emma with her tongue sticking out. It was of course a planned shot. I pulled up Photo Booth (a little Mac program for those who don't know) and told Emma to look at the green light (the camera in my monitor) and stick her tongue out. The result was adorable and perfectly suited for the post.

I then posted what I wrote and proceeded to turn Nick Jr. on for Emma, the reason why the post had to end in the first place. When I asked her what she wanted to see, she said, "the Emma song."

Morning Glories

For those who don't know, Emma has a delightful tendency to pad softly into our room every morning without making a sound. Kinda creepy honestly when you roll over and your vision is full of two-year-old face and your daughter says funny things. It's never "good morning mommy" or "it's time to wake up". Instead she says things like,

"I have sheep!" or

"You have eyebrows mommy."

This morning I was awoken to:

"Hi, pleased to meet you."

Sunday, January 16, 2011

Older snippets

I've been tweeting and facebooking Emma's and our funny little interactions for a while before I started this blog. So here are some of the best of the last two years.

Welcome to our life!

Hello blogosphere,
I'm Dad.  Carina is Mom.  Emma is our daughter.  This blog is about us, the funny side of life here in our little world.  Let me give you an idea of what I mean: