little miss emma beaner

Emma asked for it again today, but has been ok when I told her that the puggies went bye bye. Had we known that she was going to do as good with this as she has, we probably would have gotten rid of it a long time ago. I am so impressed and very proud!

We went to meet baby Avery today. Emma thought she was just the coolest thing. She kept walking up while I held her and gently touched her head. She loves babies!

Emma asked for the plug today. It was at nap time. She asked Grandma where it was. Grandma told her she didn't bring it today. She then asked, "Can I please have my puggie?!" Grandma didn't cave. Emma asked for it again at bedtime. When I told her it was all gone, she was fine with it.

Emma woke up happy and didn't once ask for her plug. When we were getting out of the truck this morning, she stopped to look around, like she was missing something. She went the entire day without asking for it. She didn't even ask for it at nap or bed time. Bed time was a breeze!

So, we decided that we were going to try to get rid of the plug on Saturday. Emma fell asleep right away, but had a really hard time staying asleep. We caved and gave it to her at about 2am. I think her tummy was also upset, so she was pretty miserable anyway.
Tonight we tried again. It didn't go as well getting her to sleep. She threw a MAJOR fit for about 20 minutes. When she knew I wasn't giving in she laid down and went to sleep. She slept great. One night puggie free!

I asked the girls this on the way home from work tonight. Miss Emma's response, "Throw it in the garbage!" For being so little, she's got the right idea...I just haven't reached the age where I am just ready to throw it in the garbage

pezzels - PEZ candy, which she sometimes gets for going potty in the toilet.

mintens - the breath mints inside mommy's purse, which she, her sister and her cousins go looking for whenever my purse is within kid reach.

Miss Emma got to take another trip to the ER this evening.

Tony always leaves old batteries on the counter by our back door for recycling. Abby and I were cleaning up in the living room. Miss Emma went into the kitchen. She was being awfully quiet. Quiet always means trouble, so I went into check on her. She climbed up on a chair by the door.

Our conversation went something like this,

me: "What are you doing?"
e: "Eating food."
me: "What kind of food?"
pause to open her hand and show me two button batteries
me: "Did you put a battery in your mouth?"
e: "Yes."
me: "Where is it now?"
e: "In my belly" big, proud smile on cute little face.
me: "Crap!!"

I called poison control. They said to bring her in for x-rays. If it was in her tummy, no big deal, she would pass it in a few days. However, if it was stuck in her esophogus it could reak major havoc. So, I dragged Tony in from outside and off we went.

Of course, everyone and their brother was up north for the long weekend, so there was no one for Abby to hang out with while we went. She had to come with. She bawled for quite awhile about how she loves her baby sister and she doesn't want anything bad to happen to her!! (Note to self...next time she says this, record it...play back when Emma is reaking havoc on her big sister's toys and Abby is screaming, "I hate my little sister!!")

We arrived at the ER and were ushered right in to triage. The nurse took Emma's vitals and thought that she was just the cutest thing. She sat in that big chair all by herself, looking SO DARN ANGELIC! Almost like she was saying, "Who me? Eat batteries? No Way! I don't get into trouble." We sat in the exam room for awhile and waited for the doc. She came in and took a listen and told us that someone from radiology would be back for us soon. What seemed like an eternity later, they came back and Mommy got to hang out with her while they took the x-rays.

We went back to our room. While waiting for the doc to come back, Emma was climbing into a little kid chair and fell out, right smack on her head. She got a nice mark on her forehead. Doc came in and said that she couldn't see anything on Emma's x-ray. She most likely didn't eat a battery. (Yea!) Emma started hollaring that she had to go potty, so I took her to the bathroom. She went, washed her hands and on the way out, walked smack into the side of the door. Another mark on her poor little - already red - forehead.

There was our Saturday...2 hours wasted, 20% on an ER trip that we really didn't need and Emma left with two owies that she otherwise wouldn't have gotten. She and Abby did get a blue popsicle, for which Tony and I got reamed out for taking them away when it was time to get into the truck. Nothing like being repremanded by a two year old.

That little girl is something else. And what a little handful!! She's my little handful though and I love her dearly!