Here's Emma (she turned three this month!) in her new Sourpatch sweater. It's been a while since I have knit anything for her. I love how she still gets excited about her handmade things. I don't imagine that will last too much longer, when she will eventually whine, "I want the store bought designer sweater, Umma, not the one you made!!!"
But, for now, when she smiles and says "Thank you! Pretty colors!" after I show her the finished knitted sweater, it makes my heart so glad.
In order to fully appreciate our home video, you should watch this first:
Ridiculous. I am embarrassed for my peeps. But, apparently, husband tells me this Korean dance video is taking the world by storm.
One might ask why would husband be showing this to our children? Especially, because you can see that right at about 1:27 she is imitating the ladies doing yoga in their teensy shorts. But, there are too many funny things that make up for the indiscretion.
My favorites:
- The first moments when Ethan can't figure out what is going on, and then suddenly he is like, "Ok, it's cool. I'll just dance, too."
- Emma doing the cowboy rope swinging move.
- Dramatic music and dance pause by Ethan, followed by immediate bopping.
- And, well, actually, Emma doing the butt yoga pose...I am just glad she didn't choose to follow along with the guy in the elevator.
BTW, in case you really want to know what he is saying, he repeats "Oppa Gangnam Style" a lot. Oppa means older brother in Korean, but Korean women use this term to refer to boyfriends, too. Gangnam is a ritzy area of Korea, as my mother puts it "where rich Koreans live." The guy is talking about finding his perfect woman and how he is someone with "Oppa Gangnam Style!"
Why, hello there! I went to my nine month checkup on Friday.
I can't believe I am so old already. I love to crawl around (when I crawl my mother says I am like an elephant, I plop my hands down really hard and lumber around), and I also love to pull myself up on everything and cruise around causing lots of trouble.
I am just a few ounces shy of 21 lbs. (around the 55th percentile in weight and height). I look huge though, but that could be because of my big melon (around 78th percentile). Check me out in my hat that my mom made. She just finished it, but I guess she didn't realize quite how big my head is.
I am really proud of my big sister, by the way, who is now potty trained and has been for the last month and a half. She is so big and tall, I can't wait until I am able to walk around and play with her.