Yewo Gwa-Pa

For some reason, Emma has started calling her Grandpa Cobb "Yewo Gwappa". With all of these grandpas around, she has settled on a label that would set him apart that seemed to suiit her....but "yewo"? It took us a little while to figure it out, but once we did, we had to laugh!!! See, yellow is the color of all of her favorite things...."yewo caroni" (mac n cheese) "yewo tweet" (reese's pieces), so naturally grandpa fit this category. And he also fessed up to having given her a yellow M & M. I thought the name was strange, so I tried to give her alternatives, but even "t.v. grandpa" didn't take. But after awhile, the name grew on me. I think it's cute that grandpa is so highly regarded as to be called yellow! He's been given many titles in his life- pharmacist, teacher, father....but I'm willing to bet he's most honored by the one that his favorite little 19 month-old has given him- "yewo".

Emma asked to hold her little sister today. She spent the whole day studying up on how to do it (the text: BIG SISTER, a gift from her grandma). In fact, the book was the choice for naptime rock as well as a permanent fixture in her little hands all day. So, after dinner she got the idea and said "Sister, hold you?" Why not?! And she did great! The whole time she was very gentle and tickled and pet her. She even gave her kisses and said "No, drum" (that's right, we don't drum on Bela). It was funny though because Bela started pooping while on Emma's lap. Emma got the funniest look on her face and said "Pooping, sister pooping". Gotta laugh at that!

Emma is still holding onto the "boonoon" (balloon) that she got from Buffalo Wild Wings on Saturday at Niki's farewell. The thing is so small and flat, but it's such a prize to her. Her new favorite game is "boonoon, gichoo" (that's right, she wants the balloon to chase her). I give it two more days before the boonoon bites it, so we'll see what happens then.....poor Emma.

Bela is doing so much better since her recent trip to the doctor's office. Apparently she was growing so fast that her medicine dosage was incorrect, so that would explain the 11 hour crying fit we had Sunday night. Yikes! Poor baby. But hopefully it's all water under the bridge now that we got that taken care of and also since we've figured out that she is lactose intolerant. Good thing she pooped twice in front of the doctor! He could tell right away that the milk intolerance was half her problem. So no more cheese pizza and milkshakes for mom!