Emmett: 3

Our 'little man with a plan' is turning three! (Just a moment while I reread that first sentence.)

Wow! That was fast. Wasn't I just delivering him?

I remember it well.

Hurricane Faye was blowing thru and due to the craziness of his delivery and lack of epidural, I'm pretty sure Ross thought he was witnessing an exorcism. At least that's what one would conclude when they are observing their wife, voice lowered, spouting threats. I think we were both waiting for my head to spin.

So back to the joyous occasion at hand.
Mr. Emmett Wilson is a man of few words. Let me restate that. He talks plenty. We just aren't always sure about what he's saying. Now he knows exactly what he's saying. Oh yeah, he jabbers with authority.

Our little guy loves "sinosaurs". At least one of his dinosaurs is nearly always attached to his hand. They go to church (and everywhere else) with us and if for some reason left behind, everyone knows who their owner is.
Currently, his favorite movie is How to Train Your Dragon. He hands me the case numerous times a day saying,"Dwagon?."

Just last night as I was up with Jack feeding him a bottle, I heard Emmett's door opening. The little pitter patter of steps led him to the couch where he plopped down as if 3 a.m. were a good waking hour. I balanced Jack and his bottle in one arm and went to escort Emmett back to bed hoping that he would think sleep was a necessity. He got off of the couch, found the dvd case to How to Train Your Dragon, and let me take him back to his bed. When you start sleeping with the dvd case of your favorite movie, well I'd say you are teetering on obsession.

I usually awake during the night a few times a week to find him seated on the couch in the living room. Either that or he just comes right into our room at 4:30 in the a.m. and says,"Heeeey guys."
I really cannot complain because he goes to bed so well. He is often excited to lay down and go to sleep which is further proof that I indeed gave birth to this child. We always say his bedtime verses. Psalm 25:4-5,"Show me Your ways, oh Lord. Guide me in Your truth and teach me." After that I give him kisses, tell him I love him, and say,"Now stay in your bed. Yes ma'am?" He grins and says, "Ess, ma'am." Ellie Kate will often repeat what I've said wanting him to give her a "yes, ma'am." I always remind her that it is not necessary for her brother to "ma'am" her.

He is a rather demanding little person first thing in the morning. I could do with a calm, "Good morning, Mommy." Instead I often hear "Elmo" repeated somewhere upwards of 20 times, as well as "Duice...". Funny how his volume excelerates when his sleepy headed mama is not answering his requests quick enough.

One improvement has been made, however. Now he is starting to say,"Duice(wait for it, wait for it)...pwease." And let me tell you, he is so proud of himself when he does. A little grin curls on his face and his eyes glance to the floor as I congratulate him for having such good manners. When he gets the juice, he is starting to repeat,"Tank ou, Mama." Hugs and kisses and major congratulations follow.

We took Emmett's pacifier(s) away this summer. For a while, he would say,"Paci, whereareyou whereareyou?" I finally took one of those pacis and cut the end off of it, telling him that it broke. He would take it and say,"Ut oh."

It's funny how different my children are.
I know I often post Ellie Kate quotes. That girl is never at a lack for words. Mr. Emmett, on the other hand, is often jabbering especially when he's excited. But I just don't think many would understand if I posted his quotes. It would look something like, "kjdfiaiejiji...dwagon...lsdkjld...duice...djljfadfj" and so on.

One thing that does this mama good is just how affectionate of a little one my Emmett is. He loves to snuggle. He most always 'gives me lovin'.

And one of my absolute favorite things about Emmett? He loves to hold my hand which in turn melts my heart.

His blue eyes are the bluest. Oh, and his 'scrunch face' is the cutest.

It's amazing how a little guy like Emmett can render this mama helpless with a smoosh of his face. That little dimple on the right side of his mouth doesn't hurt either.

When I'm in the kitchen, Emmett is attached to one or both of my legs. He will press his little face into me and on occasion do so baring his teeth. Not cool, but I get so tickled at him. He is a wallowing child. This is quite helpful as he hangs on my back while I change Jack's diaper. Just yesterday he did this while saying,"What's da big idea?"

Speaking of Jack, Emmett is starting to acknowledge him. It's only taken 6 months. He will actually look at his brother and repeat "Baby Jack" when prompted three times. It's a start:)

However, Emmett loves his big sister. He thinks that she is hands down the funniest person in the world which works out well because she holds the same opinion of herself. Ellie Kate could take Emmett by the hand and lead him to the ends of the earth. He would go willingly, giggling uncontrollably all the way.

Emmett also loves for Ross to get him. He makes fast tracks down the hallway to escape The Daddy all the while hoping to be caught and tickled without mercy.

Emmett's goodbyes are also a thing of cuteness. Hand to mouth, he says,"Muuuaww."
We have seen so much improvement with Emmett in the past few months. It would take a while to explain all that has taken place. Let me just say that the Lord has been ever so faithful to lead us as we do what is best for our son.

The milestone of a birthday brings about much reflection.
I truly believe that parenting is the hardest most worthwhile privilege in the world. I've never rejoiced more than when my blue-eyed Emmett attempts a new word or holds my gaze just a second longer than before. I've also never pleaded as hard as when I ask the Lord to give us the best guidance in knowing how to help in Emmett's development.

So much emotion wrapped in the rearing of a precious soul. Oh that I would seek the Lord to be the mommy that my children need me to be!

I often think,"Gently still, oh Lord, lead me gently still as I lead them."

Emmett seriously loves his Mommy. I pray that as the years fly by (because they do) I will be found worthy of that little soul's adoration.
Happy Birthday, Emmett! You are my Cute-a-potamus!